OTAS, you found it

I came into work today to another patronizing phone call from my ass hole client manager.

Him: Read me the first number of file 9837437
Me: Alright, I have to open it.

[a few moments pass while the file opens]

Him: You realize this is not a trick question.
Me: Can you hold on for about five minutes, I have something important to do.

[I then open the offer letter I was given, sign it to confirm my acceptance, and fax it over my next employer.]

Me: Okay, I’m back and, oh yea: I quit.

All things considered, if I didn’t work with this ass I would have taken this job anyway. They gave me exactly what I wanted pay-wise and it’s in New York, where I’ve been missing. It’s also the type of job I’m good at – working relatively independently with a lot of responsibility.

But coming in day after day and dealing with this guy has pushed me over the edge. Ordinarlly, I would have mulled it over for a couple more days and perhaps have delayed leaving for New York for a couple of months while I took some time to get an apartment. But because things have gotten so bad at work lately, I was determined to come back from New York and quit this damn job.

Mission accomplished.