I loved my job. I loved the way the store always smelled like oranges. I loved how friendly all the employees were. I loved talking to customers about their day when I was running the cash register.
I did not quit my job at Jamba Juice because I hated working there. My situation was much more complicated.
Having a job was causing tension with the people I loved. My dad was upset because I had to work on his birthday since I couldn’t find another employee to cover my shift. I had to ask friends to postpone planning hangouts until I got my work schedule again and again. When it finally hit me that this summer is the last time I will be consistently and physically present in my parents’ and friends’ lives, I realized that I wanted to spend as much time as I could with them. I wanted to take complete control of my schedule.
I also began reflecting on my own goals. I want to be a businesswoman someday. Before I got my job, I talked to my parents about taking accounting and finance classes at a local community college or applying for a summer internship. When I started working, I threw those options out. Comparing what I wanted to do versus what I was doing, I felt that I was neglecting my aspirations. I felt lost and I wanted to get myself back on track.
There came a point when I started slacking at work. With the thought of what I wanted to be doing in the back of my head, I just wasn’t into it anymore. As I was, staying with Jamba Juice would have been unfair to the other employees and my manager. So I quit. I began shadowing employees at a local business and I started spending more time with my parents and friends. I wanted to make sure my quitting was not in vain.
Even though it wasn’t easy, I was able to do what was best for me and for the store. For that, I am proud.
Lead Image Credit: AR AlHashemi