Today was my last day of my first week at my new job. It was also my last day.
This basically happened first thing in the morning, I showed up to the office, packed up and left for the next town over. On the way there, (I'm the passenger so I have a front row seat here) a motorcycle slowly passes us. The driver gets mad because it's loud and taking too long to pass, so he starts blaring his horn. After the motorcycle passes he slows down a bit. As the driver goes to pass he doesn't change lanes, pulls up right next to the biker and starts creeping in to about a foot away. I felt unsafe, so I play along. “Oh yeah, fuck that guy.” I say and just try not to confront him. I work the rest of my 10 hour shift appearing to be fine I even convinced myself… Until I got home.
I broke down. I was mad, sad, scared, and even suicidal. I took a walk, weeping part of the time, just trying to process. Lucky for me, I have an amazing Mom and two wonderful friends to help me thru this night and to bring up my courage to quit this hazardous job.