So, a bit of an update and more venting. I had one last client scheduled this morning, so I came in to tell her that I'm leaving. Plus I had to get all my stuff from my office. When I got here, my "mentor" (one of the senior employees) came in to talk to me about my email. She claimed she'd been trying to get a hold of me (bull, no one has tried to get in touch with me in any way since last week) about how I can't just quit, because I'm in a contract. Ultimately, the conversation came down to how the senior partners "understand" where I'm coming from and have agreed to let me out of my contract, as long as I come in to sign a paper saying that we all agree to it. Not sure I really want to, but I'm also unsure how much damage to me professionally and/or legally they can do if I don't come back and sign the paper. So I've pretty much been OK'd to leave, though I was hoping I'd be able to slip in and out this morning, get my stuff, talk to my client, and be done. They made that impossible, though. Someone came in my office last week and took my licenses off the wall, and they were in my "mentor's" office until I got here.

So, it's basically over here, but I am just shaking with rage and anxiety and frustration now. I'm so angry over how they handled my request to quit. No one bothered to reply to my email, or try to contact me by phone or email or anything. I heard nothing until my "mentor" bombarded me with this today. And the nerve to lie to my face that she'd been trying to get a hold of me. Later in the conversation she said it seemed like I was mad at her. No ****, you just lied to me. That's one of my biggest pet peeves. And on top of all this bullcrap, I just feel so much more disrespected today. I know it's a fairly minor thing that set me off, and I accept that, but I'm just so angry with how I've been treated here. While packing my things this morning, I noticed again that one of my little tins I have for decoration was moved and put together wrong. When closed, it looks like a character from a cartoon. I've had this tin in here since I started, full of hard candies for me and my clients. I haven't eaten any. This morning there were 3 left. I wouldn't mind sharing with the person who I share the office with, if he'd bothered asking me or saying something about it. But no, he never said a word about using any of the things I brought in. He just took. And this is a solid-colored tin. The only way to have known there was anything in it was to pick it up and open it.

I'm counting the minutes at this point. Soon I will be done for the day and can finally get out of this hell hole. I'm just so angry and I wish I never had to go through any of this crap.