Up to Here

I've had it with work. I have stepped up the job search, and no matter what happens, I'm giving my 2 weeks' notice next week. There are means to cover my butt and I'll be able to live for a while. But the bullshit at work really has to stop. It's fucking creepy, and driving me out of my mind. The way I see it, I don't even want to come back after I go to New York to get sworn in. I know that he's already going to fuck with my last paycheck, since he's done it to everyone else that has left him. It is so sad - I sat down the other day with the other remaining attorney and counted the names of people that have been through this office in the last three years. Would you believe that *26* people have been in and out of this place? And of that 26, a dozen have been attorneys? That's fucking ridiculous. I'm glad to be #27. [edited out] And then, to boot, he is doing this control freak thing that is driving me (and everyone else) up the wall. He is creating drama, trying to play me and the other attorney against the admin staff, saying that they are feeling uncomfortable about being put in the middle of our communications with him. Huh? If we go out to eat, calling in to the office to tell where we are should be sufficient. It's not personal. But because this clown is dirty, he needs to control us more - so now he wants us to call him directly if we are not going to eat at our desks. WTF, eh? I mean, I don't even feel like myself - my energy has been rotten, and I've been majorly distracted. I find myself hating him more and more. His bullshit just drains the life out of me. And really, I have had enough. 2 weeks' notice next week. Those 5 words never sounded so good.