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so. i quit my job this morning.
my boss was an awesome vet, but a horrendous boss. she'd continually flip out over things, let her temper get the best of her and take it out on me. she actually started slamming her fist into her forehead one day because i put a cat in the wrong cage. make sense? not at all.
the last straw was when she made celia call me yesterday to tell me that i couldn't wear kitty ears and paint my face today. what the hell. 1. couldn't call me herself? and 2. she already told me i could. she has no life outside of work and expects us to do the same. i have been regularly working 12 days in a row these past few months. she's been through 8 people since april, when i was hired. and she thinks it's them, not her.
she actually flipped out on me on friday because i didn't want to work 2 weekends in a row, cause that would mean NINETEEN days of work. wtf. not all of them are full days, granted. but i still need a break. anyone would. and the only response i get is "it doesn't matter, kristin i work all the time." yeah, maybe you shouldn't own a small business in this economy, bitch.
i cried on and off most of yesterday afternoon and i tossed and turned in bed last night for 2 hours because i felt like someone was squeezing my chest. when i woke up this morning, i talked to darrick and he suggested i should probably quit. i asked him if that was really okay with him, and he's being extremely supportive and awesome over the whole thing.
left my keys and a letter on her desk this morning and i'm off to job-hunt. ...sigh.
my boss was an awesome vet, but a horrendous boss. she'd continually flip out over things, let her temper get the best of her and take it out on me. she actually started slamming her fist into her forehead one day because i put a cat in the wrong cage. make sense? not at all.
the last straw was when she made celia call me yesterday to tell me that i couldn't wear kitty ears and paint my face today. what the hell. 1. couldn't call me herself? and 2. she already told me i could. she has no life outside of work and expects us to do the same. i have been regularly working 12 days in a row these past few months. she's been through 8 people since april, when i was hired. and she thinks it's them, not her.
she actually flipped out on me on friday because i didn't want to work 2 weekends in a row, cause that would mean NINETEEN days of work. wtf. not all of them are full days, granted. but i still need a break. anyone would. and the only response i get is "it doesn't matter, kristin i work all the time." yeah, maybe you shouldn't own a small business in this economy, bitch.
i cried on and off most of yesterday afternoon and i tossed and turned in bed last night for 2 hours because i felt like someone was squeezing my chest. when i woke up this morning, i talked to darrick and he suggested i should probably quit. i asked him if that was really okay with him, and he's being extremely supportive and awesome over the whole thing.
left my keys and a letter on her desk this morning and i'm off to job-hunt. ...sigh.