4 Years, 2 Days, 7 Hours, and 26 Minutes

That's how long it took me to hand in my two weeks and flip my boss off. It only took me a few weeks to realize that this job was going to suck the life out of me and bring me to a breaking point sooner or later. If it wasn't for the other people working there that I knew were going through the same thing I was, I probably wouldn't have taken as long as I had. 4 years, 2 days, 7 hours, and 26 minutes I had given my soul to this wretched place I feel as though I have aged at least 30 years in my time being there. For the years that I have been working there I have seen many young bright souls wither and disappear before they left. This place has a certain air to it when you are on the other side serving people and hearing your supervisor chew you out for 20 minutes before your manager chews you out for another 45 minutes. It takes a certain kind of crazy to work there and I could only keep it up for so long. Certain people I worked with, I won't name names, have been there longer than I have and from the depths of my heart I salute them for they are my heroes. They are braver and crazier than I could ever be. 4 years, 2 days, 7 hours, and 26 minutes was my record, the longest I could ever last without burning that mother down to the ground. I had to leave, it wasn't my choice my whole being was slowly fading into the darkness. The person is good, the people on the other hand are vicious, vicious, vicious, monsters. To take a beating like that mentally everyday eats away at a man's mental health and soul. If I had stayed there any longer I would just be an empty shell, a machine, a drone, just another worker bee that has slipped into the dark abyss of this damned place. 4 years, 2 days, 7 hours, and 26 minutes was how long it took for me to break free from the bonds of servitude and depression, I lasted as long I could. Now a new chapter, a new job, a new perspective on life, and a new timer...1 day, 2 hours, and 12 minutes.