All Things Must Come To An End

I'm 99% there I reckon. Yesterday I was very 50/50 about whether or not I was going to call it a day with this job, but 20 minutes in to tonight and I told myself I can't possibly carry on for much longer. I need to get out as soon as possible.

There are a list of reasons as to why I want to go.

1) The tasks. When I started at BP, I was running around trying to get everything done, not having enough time to complete all of my tasks. 8 months on, we've had the task of baking no bread at all, increased to baking half the bread and increased AGAIN to all the bread in the last couple of weeks, cleaning the toilets, re-stocking the chiller and cooking these stupid hot muffin things, added on. An impossible list of tasks made even more impossible.

2) Working conditions. Anyone who has been to BP on Newnham Avenue, which is probably most of you, can tell that the temperature in there is insanely cold. In the Summer, people say it's freezing. In Winter, you need to wear your whole wardrobe to stand a chance of not getting ill. It really is that bad. Tonight, the temperature in that store would cause a riot in most places. If most people had to work in that temperature, they wouldn't stand it.

3) My Colleagues. I'm not just talking about The Wall here. Although he is the biggest problem. I'm talking about everyone. Most of them are great people. They have a laugh, they're easy to get on with and they are great. But when it comes to doing work, most of them skirt around actually doing it and leave it all for us to do, knowing that if we don't, we'll be the ones who get in trouble for it.

4) The Wall. I cannot explain to you the magnitude of this problem. When I write it down it doesn't sound that big, but when it actually happens, anything can happen. When The Wall has one of his legendary fits, the place is thrown into turmoil. It is potentially incredibly dangerous, too dangerous. I do not want to be involved in a scenario like it again. I don't mind so much that he is an annoying little cretin who pisses me off more than any other human being on Earth, because, unfortunately, I may well come across people like that in any other job I do. Just the epilepsy... It really isn't fair on me.

And if they're not going to do anything about it, then I need to. Personal safety comes before money and financial gain. Always. I don't care if I don't have a job for 6 months before I go off to university if I don't have to put myself in a situation where my safety is at risk.

It takes me back to one of the fits he had, where had a pair of scissors in his hand at the time. He could of done anything with those? He could of stabbed me? It sounds ridiculous, but he could of.

And that is what I mean. None of you will understand, but I have to leave. I have to.

So, tomorrow, I plan to speak to Legend Alex and tell him. I may well offer to work through Christmas so I can get a bit of 'triple-time' money before I leave. I'll see. But I'm afraid it's the end of yet another era.

Bye x