The five feels I experienced when I quit my hospo job (with no back-up plan)

March 07, 2017
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A couple weeks ago I threw in the towel and said "nope", I’m done with hospo. The late nights, the rude customers, the whole lot.

Don’t get me wrong, serving parmis is a great way to make decent dosh while studying. But anyone who has done it will tell you it ain’t easy. Working till 3am and having to fit in a serious cram sesh the next day takes its toll. It’s doable and sometimes a real blast, but I reached the end of my tether.

I’ve been through five major emotive states since I handed in my resignation and I’m sure if you’ve ever quit without a plan, you’ll be able to relate.

FREEEEEEEDOM

Despite feeling a ton of emotions when quitting, this was the first. I am free. Gone are the days of laughing off a repetitive statement about how expensive beer has gotten. I can actually go hang out with my friends on the weekend, go to dinner with my boyfriend, and importantly – sleep. I can officially hang up my crusty work apron, and focus on being the best version of me (very inspirational, I know).

Guilt

I did the responsible thing by my employer and gave them two weeks notice before waving goodbye. But during these last two weeks, I started to feel emotion number two – guilt. I felt guilty for a couple reasons, but mostly I felt guilty because I am such an impeccable worker that the business will surely die without me. OK so I’m only joking, but I did feel really crummy about leaving my co-workers behind.

Sadness sets in

The Snapchats of after-work drinks continued without me, the inside jokes grew beyond my involvement, and the FOMO kicked in. I couldn’t believe it - did I actually miss hospo life? Did I seriously quit this job and now want it back? Maybe hospitality wasn’t all that bad after all, I mean, most weekend shifts we ended up going out afterwards anyways! And my boyfriend and I don’t even go out to dinner that much. Plus, sleep is for the weak. Should I ring my boss back? Maybe I’ll just pop in there to see if they’re OK without me...

Productivity is so fun!

The sadness didn’t last long, it turns out my work friends hadn’t forgotten about me and sleep is in fact awesome. I decided to snap out of it and get some shit done. I set out on a mission, to write as much as I could. I finally had all this time to do what I really love and it felt damn good. In the past I would often struggle with managing time. Take work out of the equation and boom, there’s another 25 hours a week you forgot you had. I’ve had more stuff published in the past month of unemployment than I have in a year working in hospo. So yeah, quitting was the right thing to do.

Oh shit…

WHERE HAS ALL MY MONEY GONE?! This is something I’m still getting used to. See that shirt you wanna buy? Na-uh think again, you can’t afford that. Ok but what about a night out with friends? You know, because you finally have the time to do that? Well guess what you don’t have the money to do it.

I’m fortunate enough to make some cash here and there from writing and selling clothes on Depop, but it comes in at a fraction of my old weekly wage. I guess this is the point where I’m at right now – do I continue to struggle economically, but thrive mentally? Or do I take a deep breath, re-apply, and start getting some pennies? I don’t know if it’s obvious... but I really don’t have a clue.

Tahlia Svingos

Tahlia is a media/journo student from the University of Adelaide. She probably wrote this in the bath.

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