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Yep, I quit the bar.
I am very sad to do it, it had nothing to do with the people who worked there, it had nothing to do with the management and not even the SC's. Everything just got too much.
Things over the past few months have been so bad in my personal life, that I found myself turning into a zombie. My life consisted of dragging myself out of bed and going straight to work. It didn't matter what time of day it was, I could have been starting work at 6pm, and I wouldn't get out of bed until 5pm. I would go to work, complete my shift, go home and go to bed.
I was diagnosed with exhaustion a few months ago, and I was feeling worse than ever. All I kept thinking was "It'll get better. It'll get better. It'll get better."
Well, I've had enough of waiting for things to get better. I decided I had to take action. My dad paid me a visit, and after lots of thinking, I came to the decision. I needed to go home.
Fortunately, my manager completely understood, and has pulled some strings and got me a job in a bar owned by a friend of his which is just a couple of miles away from my parents house. He said he is gutted to lose me, but he said he is glad because he thinks it will be really good for me.
So yeah...I'm leaving. My last shift is in a weeks time. It's going to be emotional. My co-workers are like family to me.
I am very sad to do it, it had nothing to do with the people who worked there, it had nothing to do with the management and not even the SC's. Everything just got too much.
Things over the past few months have been so bad in my personal life, that I found myself turning into a zombie. My life consisted of dragging myself out of bed and going straight to work. It didn't matter what time of day it was, I could have been starting work at 6pm, and I wouldn't get out of bed until 5pm. I would go to work, complete my shift, go home and go to bed.
I was diagnosed with exhaustion a few months ago, and I was feeling worse than ever. All I kept thinking was "It'll get better. It'll get better. It'll get better."
Well, I've had enough of waiting for things to get better. I decided I had to take action. My dad paid me a visit, and after lots of thinking, I came to the decision. I needed to go home.
Fortunately, my manager completely understood, and has pulled some strings and got me a job in a bar owned by a friend of his which is just a couple of miles away from my parents house. He said he is gutted to lose me, but he said he is glad because he thinks it will be really good for me.
So yeah...I'm leaving. My last shift is in a weeks time. It's going to be emotional. My co-workers are like family to me.
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