Personal Narrative: Why I Quit My First Job

I quit my first job after only six months. Most people hate their first job, as they tend to be low pay with menial tasks, working with people they did not like. I wished that I could have said the same thing, would have loved to be like everyone else, but I was not. I was motivated to get the job, for the money, respect and as my father told me before getting it; I would gain a work ethic to follow me around for the rest of my life. He was a man who seemed to be well respected. For me, I looked around and the best I received seemed to be simply to be tolerated.
It would some time before I planned to get a second job. He told me everyone had a bad first job and I needed to ‘get back on the horse’ and prove myself. I was not ready to put a new saddle on that horse. It would be another two years before I had any interest looking for that pony. This fear would grow into a life-long fear of committing to others. This fear made both getting and keeping a job very difficult. When I returned to work, it was for restaurants and donut shops, just for the paycheck.
I had no idea what other kids thought when they saw me, as on some days I walked around as if they were invisible. It seemed my feeling that other kids looked past me as if I was not there, had become a mutual pact. At first, I was thought someone would notice that I was only going through the

He ended up being correct, as I did not tell anyone, whether my family, the company, or the police. Whatever marked me as I went school, I had made me a running joke. It made me a target for a rapist. If you punish an animal long enough, it will expect the treatment, it receives, even when it has the opportunity to escape. I was the circus elephant in a thin rope around my ankle. I lived as if I were on a stage for the benefit of people I did not