To say that I was pleased when a big-chain retail store hired me as a clerk when I was 17 years old is an under-statement. At that point I had never had a job and was desperately wanting one to escape the stigma of being a fresh high school graduate doing nothing.
They say there’s no jobs today but in 1997 I found it to be much more difficult to attain any kind of employment. I had to lie on my resume to get anywhere and I’ve been doing it ever since. Sometimes having to lie to get a job means the job isn’t for you and your punishment is to hate your job.
When I got the confirmation from Human Resources, I was jumping up and down like I had just won Wimbledon. The starting pay was 15 cents above minimum wage just so they didn’t have to say they offered minimum wage. Working for $7.30 an hour seems like a waste of time or maybe even slavery but happiness is entirely relative to how shitty your life usually is.
Very quickly I began to hate management, customers and self-entitled senior staff. I found it hard to quit because it was a 20 minute walk from home, better jobs seemed hard to come by and I guess I was too stupid to just quit. When I did announce my resignation, the owner’s wife was ecstatic. She was disappointed at her failed past attempts to get me to quit. One time I told her I was thinking about quitting and she urged me to get it in writing first. Her husband probably got sex the day I quit.
If I could do it over again I would have announced my resignation through the PA system and walked out during the busiest time of the day. Two weeks notice is only a courtesy.