After working a job a hated for 8 months, I finally quit.
I worked really hard. I did everything they’d asked me to do. I would be working the cash register all shift long. I would be receiving new products all shift long and work the papers. I would take care of the warehouse. I would fill shelves. I would clean. Clean the shop. Clean the warehouse. Clean the office and kitchen and the toilet. I would do everything they’d ask me to do. I lost 5 kg in 5 months. I gained muscles. I got exhausted physically and mentally. I got so tired of running around and working five positions at the same time and handling all kinds of people all day long. And they were paying me so little. I worked so hard for 8 months and they didn’t give me a promotion. They kept paying me a shitty payment under the minimal!
I felt used and unappreciated. And as days were passing by, I felt my creativity and motivation wading away.
So, I quit.
It’s been a week and I had time to rest. To think. To plan.
Now it’s time to work. Time to accomplish.