I quit my job tonight. I walked out. A misunderstanding that I knew, no matter how hard I tried to dot all my "i"s,cross all my "t"s, and garnish all my drinks, would NEVER be forgotten. Dollars and cents are what we are there to make.... but in the end, it just makes no "cents" to me.
It makes no "cents" that incredibly fortunate owners can let money drive their every being. It makes no "cents" that they can feel proud about a business in which their employees are neglected the basic rights an employee deserves. It makes no "cents" to me that a human can make another human feel so small.
How could he laugh and point at me? How could he feel like a man and tell me it was ALL my fault? It didn't make sense to me.... and clearly didn't make "cents" for him.... and that is why he was driven to do it. It's as if every dollar bill lost was a leaf that had fallen from a tree that could never come back to life....
I have more sense to know that there isn't a cent in the world that could keep me in an environment where someone can make me feel like I am worth nothing. And for that very reason, I am more wealthy than he could ever dream of being. -M
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