Everything. This place is a rotating door of deer eyed does. Save yourself a month of self hate and a sad empty space on your resume. Leaving Amp was the best day of my life, a little of my lost soul came back. Even now I as write this, my blood is boiling like Phosgene at 47 degrees Fahrenheit. Instead of punishing yourself with this job do any of the following: hang out at the DMV, drive with no AC during the summer, tongue punch a hot iron, or give yourself paper-cuts under your nails.