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Walked out at Texas Roadhouse.

Today was the first time. After 3 months of work, I decided that I had enough. After suffering a mental breakdown in the middle of church, I had a mini meltdown at work due to emotional abuse from a couple coworkers. I thought I could handle working in a kitchen. I've had a really rough couple of years and thought I could use the work. But as it turns out, working in a chaotic environment isn't what's needed for a mind that hasn't had time to grieve. I'm in a fragile state of mind, and berating me for taking too long isn't helping me. But for the last 3 months, I stuck it out. But no more. Thankfully, I'm headed to better pastures. And I no longer have to look at those “I love my job!” shirts that are nothing more than a cry for help. Saying you love your…


Today was the first time. After 3 months of work, I decided that I had enough. After suffering a mental breakdown in the middle of church, I had a mini meltdown at work due to emotional abuse from a couple coworkers.

I thought I could handle working in a kitchen. I've had a really rough couple of years and thought I could use the work. But as it turns out, working in a chaotic environment isn't what's needed for a mind that hasn't had time to grieve. I'm in a fragile state of mind, and berating me for taking too long isn't helping me. But for the last 3 months, I stuck it out. But no more.

Thankfully, I'm headed to better pastures. And I no longer have to look at those “I love my job!” shirts that are nothing more than a cry for help. Saying you love your job because your shirt says so is like saying you're not racist because you met a black person once.

Thank you for listening. Have a nice day 🙂

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