The Bloody Way I Quit My Previous Job
(This is a story about how I quit my previous job, leaving in my wake a pool of blood and potentially - a dead body.) Let me tell you about my previous job and the strange, bloody way I quit it. Are you seated? Okay. Cool. Twende kazi! My previous job was truly deserving of the title “job”-slow-paced, low-paying, turgid, routine, mundane, brain-numbing, skull-crushing, all that and stuff you can think of. I was trapped in my own personal hell, caught in a spiral down to a bottomless pit from which I would have never recovered if I hadn’t quit it. I worked for this guy at an electronics shop at a mall in the Westlands/Parklands area. It was a small shop, tucked in a corner of the mall’s edge, overlooking the parking lot where people walked past as they entered or exited that wing. The pay in this job was abysmal. Think of the lowest pay you can imagine, divide it by two, then deduct an additional KES 5,000. That was the reward for all that walk from Kangemi, and all that l...
