First of all, I don’t want you to think I’m a quitter. I feel really bad about quitting with such short notice. I called our manager, Trish, while I was at work this morning. (We have an owner, he’s like Moroccan or something, but he’s never around.)
So, I tell Trish that I found a new apartment and a new job and that today was my last shift.
Trish: “Kinda short notice.”
Me: “I know, I’m so sorry. It’s just I can’t make it this weekend. My new job needs me to start right away.”
Trish: “Fine. Whatever.”
Me: “I can call around and see if somebody can cover my shifts tomorrow and Sunday…”
Trish: (huge sigh) “No… don’t worry about it. I’ll do it. Just leave your key in the safe when you go.”
Me: “Okay. Sorry”
She has every right to be pissed. I can only justify that she’s pissed because she’s losing such a great employee.
But then she calls back.
Trish: “Jess, can you show Jason how to open.”
Me: “Yeah. Sure.”
Trish: “Okay. Give him your key and tell him what to do.”
Me: “Yeah, no problem. Did you want to talk to him?”
So at least Jason gets a little promotion out of it. It’s bittersweet that I won’t see him again.
But I feel like the new apartment should come with a new job. I’m a city girl now!