When is it too soon to quit?

I'm stuck between a rock and a shitty job. I don't want to go back to work after this extremely short lunch "break" is over. Like at all. In my small amount of time at this new position I've come to learn there are many degrees to which one can hate their job. My last job for example, I hated because it was humiliating and annoying. This new job I hate for all sorts of new reasons. I dread coming to work every single day, and yet I can't pinpoint what exactly it is that I loath so much. But I'll try to come up with a list anyway. I don't like the overall subject of this work, it's painfully boring and I am expected to spend so much of my precious time reading about this subject and then interviewing people about the subject and then find an endless list of companies that specialize in the subject. I don't like my boss telling me he's "putting the pressure" on me about making so many phone calls. He told me that in order to make more calls I have might have to start thinking more "creatively about it, by maybe making phone calls over your lunch hour, or staying late or coming in early to do so." Ha. Good one, I seriously had to stifle a giggle when he said this. If he thinks I am going to put in more time than I already have he has another thing coming. I already spend about five hours too many doing this job. If he asks (tells) me to stay late tonight I will quit on the spot. Mark my words. I've had enough of this shit. I'm starting to get my sand itch... The itch I got at Sandhills when I decided I couldn't waste any more of my time and left at lunch. I'm in no mood to be pushed today. I'm trying to calm myself down with a latte at Starbucks but so far it's not working. I'm getting more heated by the minute. I can't go back into that place. I just can't, because I know if my boss tells me to do one more phone call I'm gonna freak out and do something that I would regret. But of course I would never regret it, I love making rash decisions, I just know a lot of people around me (my mom and Chris) would be mad I quit. I wish I could quit secretly without letting either of them know. I feel like that happens quite a bit in romantic comedies. I would still dress for work everyday and walk to the train with Chris but then right after he got on I would run back home and jump into bed. It would probably be a lot easier to fool my mom than it would Chris. All I would have to do to keep up the part on my mom's end is give her a 5:30 call every night that consists of me bitching and moaning about what I had to do for the day at my shitty job. I could fake that pretty well. In the end they would both catch me in a humorous situation that involved me showing up to meet them in a blouse and high heels but I would forget to change my pajama pants or something ridiculous like that. It could be a cute movie, I'd call it Freaky Friday.



My sweet time is fading. I wouldn't hate it if I got hit by a car on the way back to work, but my parents would be pissed because technically I'm without insurance at this point...I really can't win right now. I know what you're thinking, maybe it's not the jobs that aren't working out, it must be me, right? Wrong. I just keep landing the wrong jobs. I know if I got the right job I'd never complain about it. If someone paid me to blog, or watch reality shows, go to Starbucks everyday, wear cute work attire, go on wine lunches or meet friends for happy hour I swear I'd never bitch. I just don't think I'm supposed to dread going into work as much as I do. And if you dread work like I do I suggest you quit, as well. This isn't right. We are valuable, fun, young people who deserve a job we enjoy. I could literally cry at the thought of having to go sit at my stupid desk for four more hours with my boss checking in on my every ten minutes, "what's up" "what's going on" "any new leads" "what do you know" "what are you doing" "what do you think?" I think I am going to apply at Starbucks.



My time is up. This is the worst feeling ever.