But do I bother going in on Friday?

I quit again. Granted, it was a job I should never have taken in the first place, and wouldn't have if I weren't so panic-stricken about the state of my bank account, but there goes another store that I will have to avoid for six months (the usual time it takes for the staff to turn over entirely, or else to forget my face completely). Quit over the phone, too, while she was yelling at me for calling in to study for my final. I suppose in the atmosphere created by the rest of my co-workers a bit of yelling is deemed necessary; I however, have never responded well to it, and instead I just told her that our continued association was not going to work out for either of us. "You mean you're going to just quit without notice?" No, of course not, however sorely tempted I am by the way I've been treated in your employ. Hopefully she'll want to get rid of me badly enough that she just won't put me on the schedule after this week. Quitting employees can never be trusted to show up for shifts, I learned that from Candace 'look at those new hires run' O'Neal. Terribly glad now that I kept the library job. Terribly sad that that's the only money I'm getting in for a while again.