I just told my boss that I’m quitting…finally.

I don’t have any job lined up, but I am just past my limit. Working as a front desk receptionist at a Medi-Spa has got to be one of the most soul-sucking, mind-fucking, dreadful jobs I have ever had. I used to work as a server and a dishwasher/custodian at one of the busiest Chinese restaurants in my city, and I still would’ve preferred that over this job. Physical labor is one thing, but when you are not only dealing with shitty, entitled people but also toxic co-workers and management who enable those toxic co-workers because they “bring in good money for the business,” it’s unbearable.

I honestly feel sorry for the next person they hire to take over my position. Good luck to them. As for me, life is too fucking short to slave over a job that “pays well.” Nothing is worth feeling like that— that constant feeling of anxiety, dread, and frustration. Crying in the bathroom. Losing sleep. It’s not worth it.

I just told my boss that I’m quitting…finally.

I don’t have any job lined up, but I am just past my limit. Working as a front desk receptionist at a Medi-Spa has got to be one of the most soul-sucking, mind-fucking, dreadful jobs I have ever had. I used to work as a server and a dishwasher/custodian at one of the busiest Chinese restaurants in my city, and I still would’ve preferred that over this job. Physical labor is one thing, but when you are not only dealing with shitty, entitled people but also toxic co-workers and management who enable those toxic co-workers because they “bring in good money for the business,” it’s unbearable.

I honestly feel sorry for the next person they hire to take over my position. Good luck to them. As for me, life is too fucking short to slave over a job that “pays well.” Nothing is worth feeling like that— that constant feeling of anxiety, dread, and frustration. Crying in the bathroom. Losing sleep. It’s not worth it.