Burning Out Is Hard To Do...

it has finally happened...i am fed-up with my job as it sits. there are a lot of problems, and there will be problems with any job, but these have festered into true pain-in-the-ass proportions. i think it may be the impending possibility of a new job coming my way, or the multiple other jobs that are constantly coming my way, or just that i am downright tired these days. either way, i now am at the point that i will quit anyway...even if i don't get a new job. now, don't get me wrong, i love my bar...but that is just the problem as of late...it is not really my bar at all. while the feel and the function are all my doing as well as a fair amount of the clientele, my hands are still tied as far as not jerking the staff around. when all is said and done, i am still simply an employee with no more say than the people that have been working there mere months and that chaps my ass. i am good at what i do. i am really good at what i do. i could fix many if not most of the problems that the place is running into as an afterthought and not even break stride doing the job i already do now. unfortunately, i guess that is not what the company is looking for...you know, functionality. i don't work for idiots, but their fear of a strong willed independent thinker that will actually do things without needing an outline and an "ok" on trivial matters has basically bored me right out of the company. sad for them, with word of my imminent departure, the notices have already started coming in. there is one that went in today, there are two that have been written and are waiting on me to drop the hammer and then, of course, mine. that seems trivial, you may say. we have a staff of seven. of the three remaining, one is the assistant manager, one has been there for three months, and the last is just getting to her first month...bartending...ever. i feel really bad for the folks left behind, but, they did make their own bed and money, shock and perversion, just isn't enough sometimes.