So, I quit my job last Monday... Well, I was kinda 'encouraged' to, by the creative director, who got the general manager to sit in on the 'chat' last Friday. I've been on the precipice of quitting, well, since I started. Actually, make that when I was told that they wanted me to come in for the fourth interview (this is a receptionist, with a dash of P/A on the side position btw...not a rocket scientist or brain surgeon position). For the first 2 mths I would come home and be totally fed up by the cattiness, the clique'iness and general shallow comments. I was told I looked 'too conservative' and I needed to 'get funky/orginal' outfits to fit in. Then I was pulled aside by the studio manager (who is one of those types who smiles sweetly while she stabs you in the back) and told that there has been talk around the office about my shoes, that they were not conservative enough. I remember I got home after that day and lost it a little and had a cry because I was dealing with something that doesn't sit well with me...which is 'shallowness' and people being ungenuine. Anyway, the designers are good people, they're genuine and actually spare time to make conversation with me and seem like they care about my response. The rest...well does any of you know that feeling where it seems like sh1t has been said about you behind your back and the clique are stonewalling you and want you to trip over and fall on your face? They joke and are cool with each other but if I try and join in on the conversation, the tone changes right away and they're suddenly "Ohhhhhh k," and they filter off. The creative director decided over a month ago that he wanted me to clean up and reorganize 10 massive cuboards, filled with thousands of advertising samples (leaflets, posters etc) crammed to the hilt. He gave me two days to do this, when realistically it was a three week job. So, I got right into it and went hell for leather, balancing on a ladder in high heels most of the time but having to negotiate putting, say, a heavy box somewhere quickly so that I can quickly climb off the ladder and run for the phone when it rang a hundred times a day. I finally finished the cuboards, on a few occasions. But then, they'd look at and say " No, we think maybe you should totally rearrange it again to look like this now..." on 5 occassions. Then the creative director, after telling me to do it differently because he changed his mind, would whine about it taking me so long. That's just one example. So, he pulls me into his office on Friday and proceeds to tell me that he doesn't wanna pay me what I'm worth and wants a junior (with a salary to match), that he doesn't trust me etc etc. He never said anything bad about my work because I've been busting my butt for these guys and the clients love me...so he can't find anything super bad about that. Instead, he questions my character and thinks "I don't have much of a future there". I come back to him the following Monday and calmly tell him that he has me all wrong. That I AM a trustworthy and loyal persn.That I think he SHOULD get a junior to fill my spot and that I should move on to a company that values me and utilises me in a way that highlights my strengths. Basically I had him backpeddling a bit, took control of the conversation in a very polite but assured way and wished him well. Sadly, the cliquey people, ie. account managers and higher management, were SUPER nice to me once they were 'officially' told I had decided to leave. Didn't last long, they were back to the sacharinne sweet snobbiness the next day. The designers are sad to see me go though and I'm sad to leave them. One of them, when he asked me about me moving on and I explained it away by saying "this position wasn't challenging enough..." and struggled with what to say next, well he just nodded and looked at me knowingly and said " ....I know..." as if to say he knew exactly why I was going because he's seen the b/s too... God, I ramble on eh.