An Insignificant Choice

It has been six months since I quit my job at Carl’s Jr. (Yes, the Carl’s Jr. that was in the newspaper a few weeks ago for something inappropriate but never mind that.) Everyone thinks that I quit because I was falling behind in school. That is only part of  the reason.

The days before I quit I had been contemplating whether I should quit or not. I decided that if I quit, I would have more time to do my homework and hang out with friends. If I didn’t, I would still have money for myself, but I would be tired all the time.. I clearly had my mind made up, but I didn’t actually come out and say it  until one moment.

The moment I realized that I wanted to quit, I was at the fair with my friends. They were telling me what they were doing the next night and it sounded fun, but I remembered that I was scheduled to work the next  night. I was bummed . I told them I couldn’t go with them and the reason why.

They knew that I didn’t like working there anymore, so they just told me quit. They gave me all the reasons why. That’s when I bluntly said, “I’m going to quit tomorrow.” They high-fived me and said some yays. I felt good.

The next day after school, I turned in my uniform and quit. I saw my boss’s face and it was filled with sadness, kind of. I felt bad because I found out that the day before someone else quit. I did what I had to do and the next hard part was telling my dad.

I was scared that he would yell at me, but he understood. I told him that my grades were going down and I’ve been really tired everyday. He just told me that it’s alright and at the end of the month that I should start applying for jobs.

That night I met up with my friends. I told them I quit and they were in shock. I guess they thought I wouldn’t do it. I told them that I’d rather be there with them. It was a fun night and I was glad I was there instead of at work.

A few weeks went by and I kind of had regret. I no longer had a job and I didn’t have that much money. I wished I still had a job. The thing that no one knew was that I quit because I wanted to have fun with my friends. I told my friends and my family that I quit due to my tiredness, but that was a white lie.

I traded a job that pays me money for a night out with my friends. I now think that night wasn’t really worth it. It didn’t have a long-term effect on me. I can barely even remember it. I kept telling myself that I quit because i was tired, but I wasn’t convinced. I quit for all the wrong reasons.

For weeks I was mad at myself for making the wrong decision, but then I thought to myself, everything happens for a reason, right? My mindset changed and I had to deal my decision. I haven’t had a job for six months and I have to watch what I spend.

If I went back to that night, I would tell myself to figure out what is really important in life and go for it. Don’t trade something important for something else not worth your time because in the end, those thing really don’t matter.