Exciting Brake Service

Wow, here I was daydreaming about going on a road trip (which is nothing out of the ordinary) when my goody-two-shoes co-worker screams at me in front of everyone in the office. She snapped me out of my daydream very quickly and I felt my face going bright red because of it. Apparently, she had been trying to talk to me for over a minute, but I was too glazed over thinking about the roadworthy certificate in the Morayfield area that I need to get this weekend to hear her.

When I came to, she was about five centimetres from my face and the entire office was looking at me. She yelled at how I was bad at my job and how it was clear that I didn’t want to be there. I mean, she’s not wrong but why did she have to call it out? Could she really look me in the eye and say that she’d rather be working here than on a holiday with her friends or family? Does she not want to feel the wind in her hair as she puts her head out the car window for the thrill of it? I guess not. She’s pretty boring. 

After the whole yelling debacle was over, I decided to hand in my resignation letter. I don’t want to work anyway. I have money saved up and I’m young enough to quit my job for a couple of years and then return to the industry having got some life experience under my belt. 

When I leave this evening, I will never come back. It hasn’t even been awkward this afternoon because I simply don’t care about these people anymore. Since I quit I’ve just been thinking about visiting the local mechanic shop tomorrow and seeing if I can book in for a random brake service. I just want my car to be as perfect as possible, so that as soon as I round my friends up for a road trip, we’re ready to go.