George (pseudonym for the man I work for) got a new computer in today. Of course, he lets me know about this about five minutes before I come in. So, I spend about two or three hours moving files and fonts from the old computer to this one. The worst part is that while I was setting this computer up in order to be able to do the work he has for me, he asks why I'm taking so long to get the job done!

Instead of ripping out my hair, I calmly decided to say "I'm leaving in August."

"I know, you're going on vacation for a couple of weeks."

"No, I'm leaving."

"You mean, forever?"

So, I did it. I jumped without a safety net. Of course, I can sponge off my parents again, which I didn't like doing for the first six months here in Sierra Vista, but I think I'll have an easier time finding a job this time around.

It's not that I didn't like the work. In fact, I enjoy layout. And I love Quark Xpress. I want to marry Quark.

It all boils down to George. George is a very difficult person to work for and I'm not the first to think so. Most people who've been here haven't stuck around as long as I have (and I've only been here since November). George is brash, crude, politically incorrect, selfish -- just about everything you don't want in a boss. George has promised me more freedom in this job but I really don't have it, he promises me more responsibilities but as soon as we get a new person hanging around here, he makes the same exact promises to them. Despite the fact that my work involves more than typing (I lay out about 90% of the whole paper on my own now), he still refers to me as his "typist" and tells new people (none of whom have stuck around) "Jessica does the typing."

In any event, George has caused me some psychic damage. Laugh if you want, but I truly believe that. There are people in this world who aren't good for you to be near. I highly suspect George is one of those people from whom I should distance myself.

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