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I just mouthed off to Big Boss's Boss. Well, she was pissing me off. No, I'm not going to run down to Walgreens and buy you a flashlight. That's Front of House's job. Better yet, get off your overpaid ass, pull your thumb out of it, and do it yourself.

No, I didn't say all that. I just wanted to.

So, I'm pretty sure I'm turning in my two weeks notice tomorrow. I've been passed over for promotion, ignored, belittled, overworked, and asked to do things so far outside the purview of this nine-dollar-an-hour job that it's not even funny. I am no longer more afraid of being homeless than of being constantly subjected to assholes.

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Do you ever look at the you that existed two hours ago and just want to punch him?

*sighs* I do think I better still quit. Mum's okay with it, she says she'll help me out, and last time on the day I quit I got an interview call. I have to rock that mojo one more time. Just one more time.

There's really just no future for me with this company, and as much as I like what I do, I don't like who I do it for or how much I'm paid for it. But I'm a little calmer now, so I'm going to sleep on it and see if I, well, remember to do it in the morning.

I had an amusing day beforehand, though. I had to go down to the CTA to pick up my new rail card after I lost my last one, and I decided to get off at Merchandise Mart, which is the nearest brown-line stop. Now, for those of you who don't know, Merchandise Mart is a building, the first building in fact to have its own zipcode. It's a full city block, one great big monument to commerce, because inside are corporate headquarters and showrooms for...well, merchandise. The brown line Merchandise Mart stop actually lets you out into the mart itself, and I had never been inside it before...

...and I couldn't figure out how to escape.

Seriously, it took me twenty minutes, one near-brush with a fire escape, and a Jamba Juice before I got out of there. And the whole time I was thinking to myself, seriously, Sam, you can't possibly be trapped on the second floor of Merchandise Mart. It's way too communist-awakening-litfic of you.

Then I got my CTA card and saw the fake bull that wants me to take it and, presumably, like it. Which kind of made my day, except then work happened and I'm not really ready to relive the horror of today, between being asked to go buy someone a flashlight and being shouted at for not being told something. I want to think that when my boss gives me more hours than everyone else and gives all the paperwork to me so that I have to either die of it or delegate it that he's really trying to teach me leadership skills. However, I think what he is in fact doing is being a giant dickhead.

It was nice, and kind of weird, to come home today and go up these nice stairs to my nice apartment that I share with a roommate, as if somehow my life? Was suddenly like everybody else's.

I had some stuff today too about how I'm getting aptitude tested and treated for my depression by someone who is not an experimental mad scientist, but none of that can happen until after the 47 hour week I have been given next week, for no apparent reason.

I AM QUITTING MY JOB. Discuss.