I'm feeling quite regretful. I handed in my resignation form to the ****ty fast food place I work at (HJ's for all you Aussies. Don't eat our burgers by the way, they're made by blokes like me who don't bother using the tongs when throwing raw meat patties on the broiler and instead wear the same pair of gloves for two hours whilst throwing your patties in by hand. And this is while I'm sticking those hands in several sinks swimming in detergent to wash the pans and boxes all our processed food comes in).
I digress.
Realising whilst on late shift tonight that one of the blokes there was like my older brother (a family member I never had, my mum miscarried), it really pains me to have to leave the place now. I feel like a tremendous disappointment to the team who work there and like I've done just about the worst thing a sixteen year old Aussie can do, which is letting down a mate of his.
Telling myself it was juggling a Captaincy, four sports, school, and life or keeping the job doesn't console me much now.
I'll come back in there and apologize in person sometime.
* Dilmah G sighs.
