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@shantellewrites short reflection on Quitting a Job Day 1.

May 28th, 2025, at 10:23PM (my daughter’s birthday)

I ain’t even wait this time, I just let go. See the other night I typed a list of all the jobs I ever worked from the time I got my city permit to work before 16. Starting with getting fired on the very last day of camp, I continued the pattern to age 41, having worked 30 jobs and fired from 15. I changed the font color to red for the fire.

This time, I made it through Day 1 training and was sent home with an appetizer of chicken nachos. They wouldn’t even let me pick my own app. I quickly saw the social structure and confirmed I was more than likely hired for my good looks and pleasant ass. Waitressing is like stripping with your clothes on. “Don’t stiff me, Daddy. Tip me.”

I never quit without a fight. I studied the training packets and made mnemonics to memorize the liquors. I scanned the menu and let ChatGPT make me an app. I spent $1 to play a flashcard-match game on Quizlet. I washed my hair and my wig, set out my babydoll work tee, and finally applied a right eye full of lash clusters. When I was too tired and frustrated to do the left eye, I took the chance to rip off the right side. I thought it’d be too much glue. It wasn’t, cuz I got to it before it set.

"We don't make mistakes. We have happy accidents." 
Bob Ross

And so I decided to remove myself from an obvious bad fit. Why would I be a maid to a dirty little place with good food? I don’t want to do it all - trash and mats and deep cleaning the restaurant on top of side work. Bring the bar their food and tip them too? That added work goes beyond the trade of a low-ball waitress wage.

My man said I’m depending on work by my skin. He pinched my arm. Man shall not live by bread alone. There will be fasting and mourning in my near future. I will wait on the Lord. I scanned for Him, and I know he wasn’t there because of how it felt. Sometimes, you...

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