I quit, long story. It's not like I'm really struggling with money anyway, I just got the job to have something to do and I wanna get my own place. But I might be going to California with my Gran, whenever she decides to go, so no rush on moving out.
Tuor: You foolish fools, no one can tame the stuffaluffagus! Whatbutt: She's got enough tea to throw into a harbor and start another revolution.
My manager and I had a basic disagreement about the amount of hours I deserved versus the quality of my work. It did not go well from there. Maybe if he didn't saddle me with three fucking stupid high schoolers when I closed every day of the goddamn weekend, the store would be more fucking clean. At least I've been spared the constant discussion of their sex lives. All women, all the time. Brutal.