I quit my job, it was no biggie at all, and I didn't even get my shrink's help. They're sending my check in the mail and I'm devoting the next week or so to laundry, rheum-cleaning and life-organising. I want to still be a part of my skool community a little bit so I am abreast of events. Just because I don't go to classes doesn't mean I can't do fun stuff.
Mine and Jessica's birthday is in 5 days. Hopefully we're getting tattoos, and that will be fun. Next week after I return from Disneyland, I'm going to apply at that telemarketing place (which isn't actually telemarketing, they don't sell stuff, they do surveys) and if I get that job it's only gonna be part time to start, and I won't be on my feet all day.
I just need to ask Lindsay where I can get the application from.
If I ever get a job in retail again, it will have to meet two requirements: 1) There is some sort of employee discount and 2) There's a place to sit down and serve people. Like those people that sit at a little booth and ask you to apply for store charge cards.
PS-- It wasn't my first job, either. It was my first full time job. For a month when I was a freshman I did slave labour for sixty cents an hour, 6-8 hours a day, 6 days a week. It wasn't too harsh though, because we got like hour breaks in-between and the girls I was working with were awesome people.
I was mopping, cleaning tables, washing dishes, cooking food, serving food, clearing dishes, setting tables, lifting heavy things, all in blocks of 2-3 hours. Then an hour break... then 2-3 more hours... then another hour break... then the final 2-3 hours. Every day except Sunday. So I'm not some little pampered bitch. I know what hard work is. But I don't know what fifteen minute breaks mean, unless you're joking.
Things are looking up.