I finished writing my final exams and defended my project. Then, instead of going back home to my parents' house, I decided to start a life of my own, a life that I can be proud to say is mine and I built it myself. I have always wanted to move out of my parents' house after school. I have told my mum about it, and she would nod or brush it off, which of course gives her answer loudly, even though she doesn't say a word. (She has always been against it).
The whole thing I want to live a life of my own led me to work for a Lady. I would not want to call names so let's call this Lady, Lydia. When I got the ad for the job it stated "sales rep needed" I went in for the interview and all and I was ok with the job but the salary was small but man gats chop. I started working as a sales rep and for the first week, everything was going on well until the second week. Lydia runs a hospitality business. The second week I was promoted to being a manager.
Wow, that's good news my friend said, I too was overjoyed not knowing I was stepping into what I couldn't bear. What I could not bear in the sense that I was the sales rep, manager, kitchen coordinator, social media manager and PA, with my salary that is nothing to write home about, when I say it's nothing to write home about I mean it's nothing to write home about. This and all I did and I was still striving to do well at my job.
Then it started happening, the whole anger issues, verbal and emotional abuse it was always draining, I was literally always drained by the time I closed from work because I usually have a lot of work on my desk and I still have other things to do. Oh! I almost forgot. Did I tell you I was also in charge of logistics and market runs? I was always drained, working from Monday to Saturday. 8am to 6pm. The last straw that broke the camel's back was when I went for an outside job and turnout was low and the heat was coming up, the shouts and all. I just replied her while we were chatting "I'll just drop your keys and go home" . I was in charge of open and closing so I had a spare key.
I quit my job at the middle of the month and a lot of people said I did the wrong thing, I was supposed to work until the end of the month before quitting, so make I die before I quit abi?. At some point I thought if dropping my pride and begging her to take me back but I thought about the things I go through and decided not to go back. I didn't get my pay for that month, which was fully my fault. But I don't care. Looking back now, I'm grateful I said what I said on that day, I have a better-paying job and I work flexible hours. It used to be one day in one day out but now I resume by 8 and close by 4 with a far better salary.
Living a comfortable life, even though it's not where I want to be but I'm happy here and I'm happy I made that decision. There are still good bosses examples are my current bosses, they are sweet souls. God bless them 馃檹. Thanks for stopping by my blog. See you soon. 馃
