Midnight's happening soon

So I, in essence, quit my job today.

I don't feel as vindicated or giddy as I was expecting. I knew it was coming, but when I did it, it just came out of nowhere. Sort of a now-or-never feeling hit me, but different. I've had the now-or-never feeling before, but usually I'd just get angry, walk it off, and come back to work the next day. This was really emotionless. Just a quick email to the boss, stating this, almost word-for-word:

Mike,

Could I please get laid off asap? Give me a shout so we can work out the details.

Thx!

-C



...2 hours later I get a call, "Why?" He asks.

Why indeed. I gave him the short-sighted, near future answer. "I have one shift next week, I can't live on that, literally I can't.". No mention of the bitterness I had been increasingly feeling towards this company and the operation of it. Misappropriation of my skills, unappreciation of past work, lack of monetary compensation for the position I filled, and biggest of all, no clear future. Hell, not even a foggy future. Nowhere to go but where I was at, which itself was nowhere.

So in the words of the late 2Pac, Fuck 'Em All.

:D

One last little rant so you can get an idea of the working conditions for the past many months.

The company, PSAV, originated in the USA. They expanded north to Ontario (where the head office is situated) and formed PSAV Canada. PSAV Canada expanded west, to Vancouver for example. Lately, the guys in the states have been riding Head Office's ass about revenue and cost reduction, the usual corporate penny pinching bullshit.

Compared to the rest of Canada, it seems like the west coast is the region that garners the least income for PSAV Canada. So what do they do? They ride the Directors of AV (there's one in each hotel we operate from) in the west coast's asses, telling them to cut down on employee hours, layoff when possible, and basically grasp every penny so tight you'd think that if one got loose, head office would come out and lop off a finger. Result - 7 hour work weeks.

So, I'm the little carved frog on the bottom of the Native Totem Pole, getting shit on by a beaver, who's getting shit on by a bear, who's enjoying a big dump from the mighty Bald Eagle.

Harrumph! No thank you!

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Aside from that things are spiff, thank you!

-C