that's it, I QUIT!

for months, i've been plotting my "fantasy quitting scenario"--which ranges from pushing everything off my desk and storming off in a rage to flicking off my boss and screaming "I QUIT, and I'm taking the PLANT WITH ME!!!" yes, there's a plant by my desk. it all makes sense, trust me. or my favorite scenario, erasing all the templates/reports/analyses i DIDN'T save on the public drive so when my boss asks for an archive of my work (he's an idiot, and would need all this stuff to justify both his existence and his purported intelligence)-- i'd respond with a "oops, i'm sorry. i accidently erased everything for security reasons." mwwaaahahhaaa. it was all just TOO GOOD.

the actual moment was quite anti-climatic, lacking the dramatic exits i played out in my head although still fulfilling in its own quiet way. almost a year and a half ago, i left a pretty cush and upwardly mobile job at a huge but socially responsible company, to come to this dysfunctional hell-hole (at that time, it disguised itself as a "growing education company"--ha!). it was a bit of a career risk for me and obviously, i didn't know what i was getting into. in the past nightmare-ish 17 months i've been condescended to, disregarded, screamed at, pushed to tears at least six times, overlooked, talked to like an idiot, talked to like a "girl" not a professional woman, ignored because i am a girl, and learned that the only way to succeed in this alternate reality of an organization is to be ultra-aggressive and confrontational (read: beome a crazy obnoxious bratty beeyatch). oh yea, its been good times.

so last week, i officially gave notice-- and now every day leading up to my last day (tbd, sometime in early august) is just a ride down "oh yea, make me!" lane. see ya suckas! it's been un-real.