(Photo courtesy of Rock Climber)
So I quit my job at Chevron.
Some of you may be asking, "but wait, didn't you just barely start?" Yes. Yes, I did.
You see, I told both the owner and manager who interviewed me that I will need a couple weeks off in July to go to a family reunion in Minnesota, aka the trip up North. Apparently there was some misunderstanding and I won't be receiving that time off.
Not with the title of "head gas station grunt" when I come back from my conquest of Canada Jr. anyway.
Was it a smart move to cut myself off from money? Probably not. Have I been to a game in a major league park? Nope. Do I have my whole life to work? Definitely.
But it's not all bad.
The management at my other job, the deaf call center, has been very understanding.
It looked like a similar thing to Chevron (aka TAVron) was happening when my time off requests were denied, so I told the manager I would have to quit so I could go.
He basically told me to try and get other people to cover it, but if it didn't happen and I was "sick" or whatever, it would be okay. He was like, "when you come back, we might sit you down for the formality of telling you how important attendance is, but then we'll just talk about how your invasion of the Lake Country went."
Okay so I added that last phrase, but he's still cool with me going.
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