Okay not really at all, but work was fucking hell last night.

I couldn’t stop coughing, my nose was running, I was sneezing like a banshee (yes, banshees are frequent sneezers) I was doped up on nyquil and cough drops so my head was in a total fog and I felt (and looked) like a total zombie just walking around aimlessly trying not to forget anything and my eye was still hurting and watering and getting worse as the night went on and it was just a complete mess.

I made 74 bucks after tipout though, so that was good because I’m broke off my ass right now.

And then this morning, all hell broke loose.

I’m laying in bed still halfway dreaming and my left eye is about to burn my face off.
I open it a fifth of a centimeter and liquid fire just starts pouring out.

I call my mom and I’m like “Yo, bitch this shit keeps getting worse and my eye is about to burn a hole in my face” and she’s all “Alright drive your ass down here and we’ll go to the doctor”

So, I throw on some clothes, I open the front door and it’s like God is shining a magnifying glass right into my eye and I can’t even see so I get in my car and I have my glasses on with sunglasses on top like a vampire and I’m driving one eyed, hunched over the steering wheel like an old lady, just praying that I don’t swerve off and die.

I get to my house, we get in my mom’s car and we go to the walk-in urgent care clinic up the road from my house and I have to fill out all this paperwork and sign my name a hundred times in a million different places and then the doctor finally sees me and tells me I have an ulcer on my eye.

COOL.

And I can’t even get mad at anyone else because it’s completely my fault because I don’t take my contacts out every night like I’m supposed to.

The doctor gives me a prescription for some antibiotic eye drops that I have to put in 3 times a day for seven days, and then he tells me I can’t work until next Wednesday, because nobody’s going to want to order food from a nasty fucking cyclops, which doesn’t help my no money situation AT ALL and then he hears that I’m congested so he starts asking about all that and says if that doesn’t get better soon to come back and get more meds for that but hopefully I won’t need to and yada yada yada.

So now I have to put these stupid drops in my eye and it stings like a bitch, I can’t wear my contacts until next week, and I had to throw out my old makeup because it was contaminated, so I go to CVS and I ended having a bunch of coups so I got 40 dollars worth of makeup for 20 which was awesome, but I can’t even wear any of it until this ulcer hops off my eyeball. I don’t even want to talk about my 365 and how much I’m failing at it.

Then I had to drive back down to Carolina to talk to Nick and get my shift covered tomorrow night and everyone on the road was pissing me off and didn’t know how to drive and I was just a crazy, screaming mess.

And then to top it all off, when the nurse took my vitals, she told me I was 5’5 when all this time I thought I was 5’6. And that was with my flip flops on.

I’ve been living a lie.

So. Rita’s. Where do I even start?

Rita’s was my first real job.
I started two years ago when I was seventeen as the shyest “Treat Team Member” you’d ever met.
And now, two years later I’m a Store Manager and strangers no longer terrify me.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved this job. I loved the majority of the people I worked with (excluding a few snarky bitches who definitely got a piece of my mind), I loved making the ice and the entire job itself, and I loved my little regular families that always came in and ordered the same thing and remembered me and would have small conversations with me.

But we all know that I couldn’t work at Rita’s forever. I would like to move out in the next few years and I would LOVE to finally get a more reliable and newer car (I still love you to pieces Cameron, but you kind of suck) and there is just no way I would be doing that on the money I was making at Rita’s.

I don’t want to turn this into a “let’s bash my boss” post and list every crazy or rude thing she’s done to me because that’s tacky and unnecessary, but I will say that it is no secret that towards the end her and I didn’t really see eye to eye on a lot of things and ultimately (for reasons I don’t feel like delving into over the internet) she hasn’t been treating me right for the past six months and I’ve just grown tired of it.

You’ve all read my funny or random stories of Annie and I hanging out at work and me watching her kids and don’t get me wrong I loved all of that, but when it comes down to it, she is just an extremely hot and cold person and in the end, it got to be way too exhausting to deal with.

Part of me wishes that I could just vent and bitch about everything that drove me crazy about her but like I said, it’s unprofessional, and would probably come back to bite me in the ass, which I’d very much like to avoid. Especially since I left on good terms.

So now the question you might be wondering is why the sudden urge to finally quit after feeling like this for six months?
And that is one story that I am going to share because it was absolutely ridiculous.
However, I will try to summarize because this is already turning into a short novel.

So.
This weekend Katelyn, Jeff, and I were planning to go up to Orlando.
This weekend also happens to be the high school’s prom where 95% of our staff goes; meaning literally everyone had requested off.
And long story short, last friday our other boss (the husband, Keith) basically told us that if we went to Orlando, we would be fired and that we were easily replaceable so he didn’t even care.

That pissed me off.

It was all a really unprofessional way of approaching it in my opinion and the fact that he could sit there and say that about three of his longest and most loyal employees surprised me and even upset me.

This might sound boastful, but I worked my ass off at that job and everyone knew it and my coworkers were always reiterating that to me, so for him to sit there and say “fine, go. I can find another person just like you in two minutes” fired me up like you wouldn’t believe.
After two years of me working for you and even building relationships with your family, you can sit there and just say it doesn’t even really mean anything?
I know this sounds lame, but really, it honestly just hurt my feelings.

And this incident was basically the straw that broke the camel’s back.
If he thought I was so easily replaceable then fine, I would give him just that.

So the next day I went in and applied at Carolina Ale House (where my other best friend Hillary works) and basically got the job right then and I start training this coming Tuesday to be a server and it’s all happened so fast and it is so exciting.

So now to the difficult part.
Telling Annie.
I was hoping she would take it well but there was still this little part in the back of my mind thinking “Oh god, what if she hates me” but then again, she had to realise that I wasn’t going to be working there forever.
Thankfully she took it very well and said she was happy and excited for me and said that I was always welcome back if I wanted to help out over summer and that her and Keith and the kids would even come in and visit me once I get the hang of everything.

It’s definitely going to be really weird not going into that store almost every day of the week and making the ice, and setting the store up and basically just the routine I’ve been living for two years now, and I’m totally going to miss the people I worked with and all the fun times we had, but it’s a much needed change and I’m really looking forward to what’s going to happen in the near future.

I guess this is what they call growing up.