And that’s that. Ted turned in his resignation at his job today. His manager isn’t particularly good at managing, and yesterday failed to schedule a cook from 11am to 2pm. Ted, being a responsible sort, felt like he should maybe stay and work, except 1. he wasn’t scheduled, 2. it only covered his manager’s ass, didn’t do *him* any good, particularly since he had afternoon plans, and 3. it made him feel taken advantage of, with good reason. So he set his teeth together, closed the kitchen, and came home. This kind of thing has happened before at his job, and he was frustrated enough with it that it had him doubting having spent the last year working towards his culinary arts degree, and I agreed without hesitation that it was a whole lot better to quit the job than to let the situation destroy his enjoyment of cooking.
The general manager at the hotel was *very* dismayed to hear he was leaving. His last day will be Thursday, and then he’s FREE! FREEEEE! And that will be Good.
Hurrah and hurray!
Wow. I don’t think I’d have had the guts to do that.
Good for you, Ted!