Deciding To Quit My Job

     As of writing this, I have just typed and printed my two weeks notice for my almost minimum wage job. I did not think I would be quitting this job so soon, since it provides me with a steady and sure source of income, even if tips vary from day to day.

      The decision to quit my job had come around gradually, since I had to slowly acclimate to this idea I was very uncomfortable with at the time. 

     For context, I work at a car wash in Las Vegas. At this job, I walk about 7 to 10 miles a day, and work outside for 6 to 8 hours. This is only one of the reasons that I want to quit my job. The temperatures in Las Vegas are not very nice either. There is about 2 weeks of both spring and fall where there are nice temperatures. The other 48 weeks of the year are either very hot or very cold. I really did not like working the whole summer outside, 40 hours a week, walking miles and miles every day. I know that this will probably cause physical problems for me in the future, and if I do it any longer, those future problems will inevitably get worse. 

     After doing a bit of research, I found out that daylight savings ends on November 1st in Las Vegas. This means that from this date and on, the sun would start to set at sometime before 5 pm. This is yet another reason that I want to quit my job. The sun setting before 5 pm means that it will get a lot colder a lot sooner, and it will be completely dark by the time I leave work. I do not want to work in the dark or the cold. 

     One part of the position that I work is wiping cars off, and bringing out damp towels that I just washed. Both of these things will get me wet. Being wet in the very cold dark is not a really high priority for me in life. Just another reason I want to quit my job, especially before November 1st. 

     Another reason I am quitting my job is because of the pay. A few months into my minimum wage $8.25 before taxes job, I got a dollar raise. This was very nice. I also made tips at this job, and averaged, during the summer when we are most busy, about $13 – $15 an hour, which is very good. However, through some simple calculations I went through, I realized that I could be making more money doing art, streaming, blogging, and making videos full time than I every could working at this car wash full time. 

     Even though I have eventually grown to hate my job, there are a few small things that I will miss about it. 

     There are several people who come to the car wash regularly that I have formed bonds with over the last few months. I will miss interacting with them and doing special things for them without them having to ask me. 

     I will miss feeling like a small dysfunctional family, even though I do not really like most of the people I work with. I knew everyone, and I feel like I could strike up a conversation with almost any of them. I will miss having a bunch of people who I know how to talk to. 

     Since most of the employees are teenagers who do not have to pay bills, there are a lot of people who are not very good at their job. I will miss everyone praising me when I bring out fresh towels after someone who does not do towels was in my position. For context, towels are a very important part of this position and there are some people in this position will just not do them. 

     One of the biggest things I am going to miss is giving my mom my free employee car wash every 2 weeks. I really loved doing this for her, since having a clean car makes her feel nice and organized. However, after I start making some good money with all of these different things, I will be able to give her an even better car wash with my own money whenever she wants it. 
 

   I know that quitting my job will completely open up my schedule and let me open up endless possibilities for myself once I can get everything started. This is a really big step in my life, and I know that it can bring great things with patience. I am so excited to start my journey of working for myself and making my own money. Thank you so much for reading my story. 

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