i quit.

i quit my job. finally. that bastard of a boss can shove it.
for 3 years i've put up with his disrespect. treating the staff the way he has.
and he finally put me over the edge.
i feel liberated.
and yet irresponsible.
i walked in a half hour before my shift, picked up my cheque and quit. right there. right then.
how horrible, really.
oddly it felt necessary, but so unlike me.
even with all the shit i have put up with, i still wanted to leave properly.
but it had to be done. and it is.
just because i was getting paid a server's minimum wage--way below regular minimum wage--i don't deserve to be spoken to like that.
nobody does.