I swear I am never ever going to get out of this shithole. My husband keeps swearing up and down that he is doing everything he can to get me out of there, but then it's possible that I may need surgery again and I could use the money. He is also afraid that we fall behind financially and is delaying me quitting out of fear. I feel selfish, but words can not describe how fed up I am with this damned place. I have zero time to myself to work on art, the family tree, and just RELAX. Apart from being in pain all the time, I suffer from fatique that just makes me feel like I am going to pass out at times and I need to rest. I am working long hours (normally 7 hours a day, sometimes up to 10), and enough is enough. Within the span of three weeks, I ran into three heroin addicts either at work or on my way to work. Not only am I afraid of walking to work where I am at least confronted by one panhandler a day, but many of my customers are sketchy. Ever took a sandwich order from a large guy pacing back and forth with a mad look in his eyes while trying to understand what the heck he is even trying to order as he makes no sense as he is high on crack? My life story. Combind that with the fact that I have zero free time to visit my family and my boss is an asshole who has never given out a raise to a single person in over 4 years and who lied through his teeth about the change in the insurance plan and you can see why this place pisses me off. Not to mention that the entire market is falling apart and in need of repairs, so there goes any hope of ever getting a raise or bonus. Three weeks ago, he bought all new refrigeration for the meat department...USED! It broke in just a couple of days and took the idiot two weeks and five repair visits to fix. All this while he continuously goes out of state to visit family in either his BMW or Jaguiar which he LOVES to brag about while everyone else is forced to work a second job just to pay bills.