A funny thing happened at work today (hint: I quit!)

Never the twain shall meet?

As I mentioned a couple of posts ago: I got a job.  Hooray for coffee money and for something to occupy my time!
I was pretty optimistic about the job.  Even though the interview was 15 minutes long.  And they only checked one of my references.  And on the day I started I didn't have a desk or a computer.
It was a small office!  Growing pains.  Learning curve.  All that fun stuff.  No worries.  I thought these were minor snafus, which would sort themselves out shortly.  Even though I did find it strange that they had left it so late in hiring me when the accountant was scheduled to go on vacation on February 25th and I was supposed to be able to cover for her.
No big deal.
I got a desk and a computer on Thursday, but by day's end I wasn't able to log on to the company's accounting software, payroll or the common drive.  I didn't even have MS Office.  When this was still the case on Friday I mentioned to the owner that I was growing increasingly concerned that they had me scheduled for three days a week, which meant that this week I would have only three days to train with the accountant (and then the following Monday) before she went on vacation.
She agreed that my anxiety was justified, and said I should come in every day this week to train with the accountant.  That said, the accountant wasn't exactly making herself available due to time constraints on her part.  At least two or three times I walked over to her desk and asked if I could help with something and, without turning her head, she simply said "No" and so I returned to my computer that had no programs on it and surfed the freaking internet because I had nothing else to do.

Did the Meacham thing happen, or was I just really baked?

I have never used the accounting software they use, nor the payroll software and I needed to be trained up on it before she went on vacation.  I brought this up to her last Friday to which she responded "it's out of my hands" and "I'm not cancelling my vacation".
Winning answers, both.
Yesterday (Monday) when I started to express - again - my anxiety about not being able to log on to anything, they suggested I call Stephen.
You know.  Call Stephen!
Like, what the fuck?  Who is Stephen, I asked.  Well he's their contract IT guy.  So I guess I have to trouble shoot my own IT problems and get myself all set up on the computer that I was given on Thursday in order to continue to plead with the accountant to train me so that I can cover for her while she's away.
Look, I put up with a lot of shit.  It's what I do.  A lot of times I find myself doing things out of a sense of obligation instead of out of want.  You can guilt me into just about anything.  I suppose in some cases that's fine, but when people aren't reciprocating and are causing you anxiety and are oblivious of it?  Why continue to bash your head against the wall?

I'm not copying her hairstyle.

After another wasted day yesterday I went home, worked out, went to a 1.5 hour strata meeting and was so fucking overwrought when I got home that I smoked a fat joint and watched the rest of House of Cards.
Neat tip: House of Cards is impossible to follow when you're high.  Just stick to cartoons or music.
Today, after a decent night's sleep (because I have - literally - been losing sleep over this job) I get to work at 9am and, as usual, I am the first person there.
I make some tea.  I look out beyond the planter box to the plaza and then I notice something peculiar in the planter box.  The accountant had had a little pot of mini irises on her desk the day before.  The flowers had since bloomed and needed to be pinched off, but the stalks were still green.  Now the irises - still in their pot - were sitting in the planter box outside my window: the accountant had thrown them out the window into the box instead of putting them in the garbage, or at the minimum pulling them out of the pot before putting them in the planter box.  Who does that?

And I didn't just take a test to see if I'm a sociopath.

I tried to log on to the various software programs to no avail.  The office was still empty so I tried to call the accounting software company to have them help me set it up on my computer and then it just really quickly dawned on me: why was I doing this? I knew people seemed to roll into the office at 9.30, and it was closing in on that time so I typed out the world's fastest resignation letter, grabbed some fruit from my desk, threw the letters on the accountant and the owner's desks, put on my jacket and booked it.  I was terrified that I was going to bump into them outside the building or in the stairwell, but nothing.
I felt bad for about half an hour.
And then I realized that I didn't feel bad at all, and that I had finally stood up for myself and gotten out of a bad situation in which I was really beholden to no one.
Anyways.  This has got to rank right up there with the time I worked with the woman that claimed to have run Boston twice and done Ironman.  You just can't make this up.