Well.

[mad_andy]

So I handed in my notice. Last night.

Well, I left it pinned to the practice manager's door.

No phone call today. I thought there might have been.

I get here tonight. The reaction?

Well, the boss said:

"You can't have another leaving do!"

Annnnd... that's it. No 'thanks for giving it a go', no 'you're a bastard for dumping us in the lurch', nothing. Not 'be sorry to see you go' or 'we knew you couldn't hack it'.

Not a damn thing.

Well, pardon me if that hurts. I've broken my bloody heart over this place time and time again, and this... just about sums it up. And now I have floors to do - but if they think I'm doing the insurance forms they can go whistle.

After all, what are they gonna do - fire me?

Comments

[rdyfrde.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

They're idiots for treating you like that and quite frankly you're better off without them.

[duffnstuff.livejournal.com]

Oh sweetheart...I'm so sorry to hear that. Assholes...

I have something to cheer you up...promise!

[navigatorsghost.livejournal.com]

Oh, Andy. *cuddles tight* I'm sorry. They really didn't deserve you all along, seriously.

*fusses over and hugs*

[screwthedaisies.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you might have made the right decision then.

[evaine.livejournal.com]

Bunch of fuckwits. *eyerolling madly*

Give 'em the finger on the way out and even that's too good for 'em.

Like H said, looks like you made the right decision, kiddo!

[glammetalkitten.livejournal.com]

'Don't let the bastards grind you down!'

*Hugs you*

[madandy.livejournal.com]

Thanks - looks like I have to rely on my ability to pick myself up, dust myself down, and start all over again!

[lonescorpion.livejournal.com]

Which job is this?

[madandy.livejournal.com]

The vets. The 91-hours-a-week, 7-nights-on-7-nights-off job.

[bella-cheval.livejournal.com]

Inconsiderate fuckers. Who are they going to piss on now that you've left? I don't blame you for being hurt, not at all.

[hugs]