I took a job in the dish pit, stupidly thinking it’d be chill. Going through it a bit with my mental health, so just needed a source of income to see me through to something better.
I hate the work. Tonight was hell, and the entire shift I was thinking about how I would word out a text for tomorrow morning telling them I wouldn’t be coming back.
I have no contract, so not technically obligated to anything, but I still don’t want to fuck them over as it’s not their fault I don’t like the job.