Two Weeks

I put in my 2 weeks at one of my jobs yesterday. I've worked there for 5 years now. Maybe 4 and a half, but we'll say 5. It's so surreal. There are so many things about leaving that job that are going to change my  life. The biggest thing that comes to mind (and you can tell if you look at pictures of me from five years ago up until now, and see how much weight I've gained through the years of working there) is that having food was never a problem for me. I was always guaranteed a meal, or five. I never worried about money for food. I could always eat for free (probably wasn't technically allowed but I did it). It's going to be so weird going to study and having to pay for coffee, or a sandwich, or a tea. I know to most people that sounds so stupid, but seriously, it's the truth. I've become majorly spoiled working there. When I lived alone for year, the only way I survived on my income was by getting free meals from work. Also, it's going to be weird leaving all the drama of that place behind. But I'm sure working more at my other job will reveal the drama at that company as well. Anyway, the reason I'm bringing this up is because I'm at the restaurant right now, studying, and I KNOW my boss has seen my letter, and he hasn't said one word to me about it. He came outside while I was taking a smoke break with one of the workers, and he didn't even look at me. It reiterates my reason for leaving even more, and that is that he is completely unfit to own a business. No exit interview? Or even more so, no acknowledgement of losing a very valued employee? Does he see how he makes his employees feel? Ridiculous. I just think it's amusing that in every management class I've taken in which the professor has outlined necessary qualities a person must possess in order to run a business ethically and efficiently, I've always thought about him and his failing managerial processes. It should also be acknowledged, in order to defend myself in a postion of management at that company, that he is a sexist. And perhaps an agist? Age-ist? Is that even a word? I'll explain. Everytime he would need help with managerial decisions, he would ask one of the male managers (who were hired years after me) or contact one of the former managers (who was also a woman, but in her forties instead of her twenties) for advice. Hi, my name is Jordan and I'm about to graduate from UTA with a degree in Business Management, and I have ideas that you are missing out on because you think a man, or a woman who didn't go to college but who has worked from job to job longer than I have, will know more.

Good riddance.