Until recently, I worked for a corporate restaurant. What this meant was, I was not a person to anyone other than the people who were actually working alongside me. I was a number on a shareholder's ticker, and I was a robot who is expected to bring extra ranch to people who think it is acceptable to scream at me for their under cooked sirloin or not giving them enough ice in their drink (this actually happened, I'm not over exaggerating).
I walked into work the other day prepared to give my two week notice for several reasons and the straw that broke the camel's back was my manager (who is a super great guy, nothing against him) telling me that my numbers were the worst in the restaurant. My numbers come from a survey the customers take at the table after their meal is finished and the questions asked are about the cleanliness of the restaurant, the speed and attentiveness of their server, how their food was, their overall experience, and if they intend to return. My schedule is written based on these questions. I was given 30 days to clean up my act (like I can predict how many ice cubes someone needs in their iced tea or jump in the back and cook their steak for them) or else I'd be fired or demoted, and in the middle of my manager's spiel about how I need to improve and that the reason he hired me was because I had such an amazing reference from the family restaurant I worked for before moving out here, I just kind of felt like I was trapped in the scene in Office Space and I didn't have enough flair and this job definitely wasn't for me.
Well, I can only assume my reference was amazing from the family owned restaurant because they weren't focusing on numbers on a printed out sheet, and they actually gave a crap about the people behind their profits. They took the time to get to know me, they invited me to their family's Christmas celebrations. They asked how my kids were every single day. By the way, if you ever find yourself in Bishop, California, stop by and eat a great meal at Astorga's Mexican Restaurant. They rock. And, if you happen to find yourself in a corporate chain restaurant that rhymes with Millie's, leave your waitress a good tip even if she seems bitchy because they don't get paid shit to be there.
Anyway, I quit, and then I freaked out. How am I going to pay bills? How are we going to survive while I'm in school full time? And then, my amazing diamond skulled bestie/neighbor told me I have a job waiting for me at her salon when I get all finished up with school and I sold a bunch of my artwork and things just sort of evened out magically. I really feel like I've found a career that I can be happy with. Finally.
I'll be able to make my own hours, interact with people all day long who appreciate my creative side, and have enough time and energy on the side to focus on my artwork. I urge anyone who feels stuck at their corporate suck hole of a job to quit if you feel like vomiting every time you wake up and know your name is on the schedule. The stress and worry over whether some fat shareholder is getting paid enough from your franchise isn't worth it in the slightest.
Find what makes you happy. Find your Astorga's. Do what makes you want to sing. Dance in the rain. Chase rainbows. A bunch of other inspirational shit. Blah, blah, blah. Just don't be fucking miserable for a handful of peanuts.