I have quit many jobs in my short adult life. Some might call me a “quitter” — accurate — but I do it because it’s liberating, self-empowering, and sometimes, the right thing to do. I also do it to save my friends and family from me complaining their ears off and tainting their days with my foul moods. How selfless I am!
Most recently, I quit my job because a dog bit me and instead of taking responsibility for it, my boss blamed me for my inability to “manage” the dog. That may well be true, but I never received training on how to handle our canine friends. They showed me a few tricks here and there, but that’s like throwing a person who “loves children” into a human daycare and wishing for the best. Would you send your baby there?
My boss went on to defensively explain that the biter was of a docile breed, a Wheaton Terrier, but had she been a pitt or boxer, he would’ve kicked her out. In my eyes, that’s discrimination and I ain’t gonna stand for that.
Sure, I was going to leave this job anyway for my new adventures, but this situation made it a lot easier to say TOODLES!
How will I save money for my travels then, you ask? I’ll figure something out. I always do 😉
