So, as you may remember, on Monday I gave my boss two weeks notice, offered to keep doing her books for a nominal fee, and to train the person she hired to replace me. When I came did not train me, and never appreciated the hard work I did for five months figuring out her books and learning how to process insurance claims on my own. She literblocked me every time I tried to get information from her. So, on Monday when we talked, she implied that she would probably have me do the books, but she would have to think about what she was going to do. Tuesday I came into work, and the first thing she said to me was that since today was the 30th, I should just work to the end of the week. I could make a list of the things I do, and not worry about having to train anyone. Wednesday was my day off. Thursday I came in and there was this girl in my chair. The boss's husband (he works there as well) was with her (not his job to train her, and he never trained me in anything unless she was being unbearable.) He says "This is Sarah, we're going to try her out." Then they both leave me alone with her. Classy. So, I set her up with a little busy work, go talk to the other girl in the office who works for someone else, and she told me that Sarah had been there on Wednesday when I was off. Then Sarah lets out that she had an interview and was hired Monday evening. Really classy. She had applied for a sales job, but was called Monday after I left to interview for the admin job. Then one of the agent comes in to pay their rent and hands me the check. Sarah says she will take care of it and tells me to show her how to get into the Quickbooks. Long story short, after several attempts at "I'll take care of it" she tells me that "Terry told me I would be doing the books." I said "Well, she didn't tell me to teach you, and I'm not comfortable giving you access to that." On the other hand, I did walk her through all of my duties. Not that she was really paying attention. Sarah proceeds to tell me that she has a 2.5 year old, there is no reward or pay for parenting and she hates it. She lives with her mom and her 15 year old cousin, who is dating adult men. She's supposed to be on jury duty next week, and I suggested that she get a letter from the boss saying she will have to go without pay and can't afford to go. She told me that she wouldn't need to do that because her psychiatrist would write a letter saying that she wasn't well enough to sit on a jury. Terry and her husband came back, no one talked to me. Terry sat in the conference room with some of her agents acting busy on the computer and chatting on her cell phone. Unavailable in other words. She did stop by my window to tell me in front of Sarah that I had sent out an e-mail with a Typo. At five minutes before her shift ended, Sarah said "I gotta go." And walked out. Didn't say goodbye to anyone. I don't think I got out of there on time 5 times in the five months I was there. I was so mad I didn't dare say a word. I couldn't without making a scene in front of her employees. I put my keys in the bottom drawer, packed up my aspirin and hand lotion and left. I was going to call Terry's husband and tell him that his wife was a ______ who didn't deserve to own a business. I didn't. Instead I sent Terry an e-mail and gave her a list of everything I trained Sarah in, explained that I did not train Sarah in the Quickbooks because the information was sensitive and I didn't have word from Terry to do so, but understood that Sarah had been told that she would be doing it. I told her that I was disappointed that she had not told me about Sarah on Tuesday morning when she told me I didn't need to stay beyond Friday and knew she had hired someone, or on Wednesday by phone or e-mail, or even take 5 minutes to talk to me Thursday morning when I walked in the door and this dimwit was sitting in my chair! I told her I was done and to mail me my final paycheck. She told me she was going to short my paycheck. It's not been a good day. I know it will get better soon, but to say that I'm dwelling upon it today would be an understatement. It doesn't help that I am raging PMS'ing right now. Three days and I should be fine. Except for the Korean student coming Sunday; and the dog we're babysitting chewing up my cd's; and starting a new job on Monday; and getting a new puppy next Thursday; and trying to clean the dog stink out of the house before the student comes; trying to finish the stairs to the deck before Sunday; and knowing that when the deck is done husband is going to think he doesn't have to do anything for a while.