December 28th 2015
Today I had a lovely morning playing golf with my family, and then I had to go to work and had an awful evening serving food to twats.
It was the usual; prank calls, people ordering the wrong thing online then explaining how that was our fault, people not understanding that we don’t deliver and how the delivery branch of our company has nothing to do with us.
I’m just done with it, I’m done with that job. By the end of tomorrow I will have applied for five jobs. I need to get out. I can’t hack it any more, I don’t enjoy it, I dread it. I’m there all the time and when I’m not there I dream about it. I wake up sweating because I’ve dreamt about work, and I’ve dreamt that it’s 3am in the morning and I’m still there because customers keep coming in. And I’m alone.
Not all customers are arse holes, some of them are nice, but I just can’t be arsed with fishing out the nice ones. I can’t be arsed anymore.
I’m getting a new job. I want a 9 till 5 where I can have a home cooked meal in the evenings and see my girlfriend on weekends. I want to earn money to move out and get a flat so that she’s there when I get home from work. And I want to earn that money somewhere other than the place at which I currently work.
Until tomorrow, I am done.