Done

Three months notice, three long months to leave a job that I decided probably three years ago wasn’t for me, actually maybe four.
Started in January 2019, part time, and made Mickey Mouse £1.4million pounds, however, even this was not enough for him to park his bruised ego and say thank you and wish me well. To be honest, saved me the bother of saying thank you back.
I’m sad to leave the practice, my patients, but to grumpy Walrus my immediate boss who has probably achieved a sum total of 5000 steps during my tenure. It was a two fingered wave from me. Like any bad relationship when you realised you will never be valued or respected, it’s time to leave.
The two of them deserve all the mess that will ensue without me.
Ta ta !