i had to quit

Not everyone is winner. There have to be losers to be winners. Don’t worry. I’m not a loser; I, am a quitter.

As of Friday I had been working at Restaurant for one week exactly. I liked it. When I was hired I told Manager, “I can work two shifts a week, less is fine, but never more.”

Manager said, “That’s fine and dandy, we have lots of waitresses who only work a couple times a week.”

After 3 days of training, I was put on the schedule for my first week. 5 times.

I reminded Manager that really I could only work 2 times a week; and that I wasn’t fibbing when I told him the first time. Manager smiled and said, “I know, don’t worry, everyone is on the schedule a lot more this week, it will all be back to normal next week.”

That evening next week’s schedule was posted. I was put on the schedule for my second week. 4 times.

After a few careful minutes of thinking, I made my decision. I had to quit.

I went in the next day 3 hours before my shift. I would offer to work this as my last shift; however, I’m aware that normally when you quit people just want you to leave, hence the 3-hours-early arrival.

I thought it rather thoughtful of myself to come in early, just in case they could find a replacement.

Manager was at the bar counter.

I went up to him. “Can I talk to you?”

Manager, “Ya.”

“It’s kind of something I should probably talk to you about somewhere a little more private.”

Manager, “Here’s fine.”

“Okay. Well see I wrote down on my schedule card that I can only work 2 times a week, and I talked to you about it and told you I can only work 2 times a week, and this week I am working 5 times, and you said that it was just this week and that next week everything would be back to normal, and so I assumed that would mean that I would only be on 2 times, but I’m actually on 4 times which is double the amount I can actually work, I just don’t think I can work here anymore, I can work tonight but it will be my last shift, I just don’t have time to work that much in my schedule. So I have to quit.”

Manager.

“Fill out another schedule card.”

Me.

“Umm, well, okay, but I really just can’t work here anymore. I have to quit.”

Manager, “Let’s go back into the office before you get hysterical.”

OFFICE

“I really just can’t work here anymore. I’ve overscheduled myself. I have to quit.”

Manager, “Just fill that out.”

ENTER OWNER

Owner, “We need more green beans for the special tomorrow night. People all of the sudden love green beans.”

Manager, “I’ll go get green beans.”

MANAGER EXITS. OWNER BEGINS CONVERSATION WITH SELF DISCUSSING THE SURPRISING POPULARITY OF GREEN BEANS, ON A COLLEGE CAMPUS NO LESS.

I left.

I called Manager, well, fine, my roommate called Manager about an hour later pretending to be me. She told Manager, “I am very sorry. I won’t be in tonight. I have to quit.”

And just like that I was done. I had quit.

: )

Some silly links to quotes about not quitting. They clearly don’t know what it’s like to be a girl and have to waitress wearing a tie.

http://www.selfhelpdaily.com/quotes-about-quitting/

http://www.quotegarden.com/perseverance.html

Fourth Time's A Charm

Last week was my first week of classes and the class schedule I’d oh-so-carefully set last spring for this semester had just been completely annihilated by the unseen evil that is the UNC registration system. I had to spend hours in the library trying to enroll in fascinating courses like “GERM 280: 19thCentury German Philosophy and Modern Cultures” and other fun, light stuff like “GEOL 509: Groundwater” and “MATH 551: Euclidean and Non-Euclidean Geometrics,” to finally create some semblance of a schedule. The only class that I was not mysteriously, as I would later learn from an advisor, “kicked out of due to ‘unknown system errors,’” was ECON 101.

Oh. Economics. How wonderful. I’d literally enrolled and dropped that exact course with the same professor, Dr. Ralph Byrns, 3 times since my freshman year. But let me explain, although yes, I did in fact drop this purportedly “easy pass freshman class” 3 times, I dropped in a productive fashion. The first time, I dropped as a freshman, was before classes even started because I thought it seemed too intimidating and decided to take “LFIT 181: Advanced Swimming” instead. The second time was fall semester of my sophomore year and within ten minutes of the first class I’d decided it was indeed too intimidating and dropped. The third time during Spring semester of my sophomore year, I made it all the way to the first midterm, on which I scored a spectacular “C-,” and thought it hopeless to continue. It’s like baby steps. A little closer to the goal each time.

So I’m thinking that maybe, just maybe, this could be the semester I go all the way (to the final exam).

3 am Banana Walnut Bread

Five minutes ago as I sat on my bed "working" on my final assignment for my journalism class (the one worth 40% of my grade) I realized I was lonely. So I did what any mature, slightly overweight, college girl would do- I called upon my dear old friend, Carbs. I know, I know, carbohydrates make you sleepy- that's why I grabbed a red bull too (sugar-free, no worries).

As I made my way to the kitchen, I was relieved, no, ecstatic to see what my roommate and her boyfriend had foolishly left behind. The glimmers of light shining off of the tin foil wrapped about it ever so gently nearly blinded me the minute I stepped into the kitchen. There it was just resting there on the countertop, practically begging me to cut a thick, soft slice. And I did. After toasting my inch thick (at least) piece of bread, I smothered it in butter, sugar and cinnamon. BUT the butter was imitation butter. So it was basically like a power/health snack, especially with the bananas and walnuts in the bread.

It was absolutely the most pleasurable, undeserved, late night reward ever. I think I'll have another.

Oh So Sorry

Profuse apologies! So sorry to stray from my brilliant blog immediately after its grand opening. What a tease.

To be honest, I was intimidated. After going through/stalking other people’s blogs, I realized how competitive it is! What, with all the witty banter, clever sarcasm, and disdainful irony, how could I be truly confident in my own amateur blogging abilities?

After much thought and deliberation, I came to the conclusion that my blogging hesitation derived from a lack of focus. Most other blogs I came across were strictly for reviewing movies or music, sports commentary, celebrity gossip, or simply outlets for complaining, etc., which is totally great!

However, being the indecisive person I am, (yes, the one who always lets you go ahead in line at Starbucks because the options are so intimidating, and breaks out in hives at The Cheesecake Factory because the menu is comparable to a novella) I could not possibly confine myself to writing about one topic. Not yet.

Psh. I mean really? With my vast array of fascinating knowledge? That would just be foolish.

That being said, I have decided to allow myself the freedom to write about whatever my little heart desires, at least for now. So take a deep breath and relax. I am officially ready to prove myself clandestinely, oh so clever.

Warm Greetings!

Oh why, hello there little blog. I am new to the blogging scene but, I just know MASSIVE amounts of people are probably going to be consuming my every written word like my roommates with break and bake chocolate chip cookies on any given school night. Really though, I have never "blogged" before and to be honest, I, at one time, thought it was sort of creepy, like something little seventh grade girls with myspaces did to electronically keep record of their love and devotion for the Jonas Brothers. Fortunately Amy Adams and Meryl Streep were able to persuade me otherwise in their darling film, Julie and Julia. I now realize blogging is practically on par with other sophisticated past times such as wine tasting, polo, and polite conversation in rose gardens over tea and crumpets.