Quittin and headfuckery in one fell swoop.
My first ever job, straight out of university, was awful. To be fair, my management probably didn't care much - this being a sales company whose recruitment policy pretty much was to grab fresh graduates and grind everything they possibly could out of them befoore they wised up and left.
As a fool, I stayed there 18 months. the average on my team was 3 months.
My boss was astonishing. A born-again Christian, she plainly thought she could act in any way she pleased - she lied to and cheated clients and staff and didn't see anything wrong with that as she was saved, and so she could do no wrong.
You follow that logic?
Me Neither.
It was hell., especially after she decided I was a satanist (The Sisters of Mercy apparently qualifying in her mind as 'devil worship music').

I finally decided I had to leave or kill myself, but realised that I needed 3-4 months to save enough as an escape fund. So it was that 3 months before I left, I got a 100 page A4 pad out of the stationery cupboard and therenceforth, wherever I had a spare 5 minutes over lunch, I spent my time writing "All work and no play makes david a dull boy all work and no play makes david a dull boy all work and no play..." over and over again.
It took me three months, but I filled the pad.

On my last day, at my exit interview, I told my boss that all my client notes were in the pad on my desk and she could ring me if there was anything she needed clarifying. Then I walked out.
I'd've given anything to have been a fly on the wall when she read my 'client notes'.

I never heard from her again.
(davywavy, Tue 27 May 2008, 16:44, Reply)