I had been a manager at a pub in Chinatown for nearly five years, and I had enjoyed my time there.
I worked hard and earned a lot of respect from the regulars who came in every night.
My job also required me to do a bit of PR and with PR there tends to be a little flirting in my words.
All was well and fine, the patrons seem to like the way I spoke and I was also just doing my job.
But recently, things had started to change.
Over the past few months, there were a few boyfriends of these patrons who came over to the pub.
They would come and look for me, get too rowdy, and generally cause a disruption.
Apparently some of these female patrons had taken an interest in me, and kept wanting to come back to look for me and did not bother about their bfs at all.
As a result, some of them got jealous and wanted to settle the score with me.
It was getting to the point where I was starting to dread going to work each night.
I was constantly on edge, waiting for the next issue to arise. I had spoken to them numerous times to try and get them to understand that there was nothing going on between me and their gfs, but it seemed to have no effect.
After a particularly bad night, I decided enough was enough. I had had enough of the constant disruption these guys caused and I quit my job. I knew it wasn’t the smartest decision, but I just couldn’t take it anymore.
My last day at the pub was bittersweet. On the one hand, I was finally free from the stress and worry of having to deal with these guys every night.
On the other hand, I was sad to be leaving a job I had come to enjoy and a place I had grown to call home.
As I left, I felt a strange sense of relief. I had made the right decision and I was ready to move on to something new.
But I also felt a deep sadness. I realized I would never again experience the camaraderie, the laughter, and the joy of being a part of the pub family.
I had grown tired of the constant disruption caused by these patrons, and it was time for me to move on.
It was a hard decision to make, but in the end, I knew it was for the best. I just wished things could have been different.