I'm fairly certain that after tomorrow night, I'm going to be quitting my job. I checked the calendar for December and I am working two days. Salad bar. A chat with the sous chef revealed that the manager basically said "oh, she thinks she can do that, huh?" when finding out I wasn't going to work New Years Eve.

And I laughed. Because she thinks she can beat me. I'm fairly amazed at how childish the adults I know can be sometimes, but especially at this job. Favoritism runs rampant and nothing is fair. And really, it's at a point where I feel like this is hindering me. The further I get in my education, the harder things are becoming and the less time I have to spare dragging myself home to do this job. It's not worth it.

So really...I can't be beaten, because I alone hold my fate. And I choose to end this path. Three years and eight months at my first job isn't bad. In the mean time, I'll be looking for stuff to do around here during the winter and also around campus.