So I quit my job.

I was working at an ad agency that expected me to put in 12 hour days or longer (often longer) without any compensation – no overtime pay, no comp time, not even dinner. When I interviewed for this job, they told me “once in a while, there may be an evening where you’ll have to stay late if something needs to go to the client.” That's what they said.

Fucking liars. I have the timesheets to prove it, too. The weeks of Christmas and New Year’s, which were only 4 days long, I spent 48 and 49 hours working. Just an example. I rarely had a lunch hour, too. [On the plus side, I did lose some weight and can fit into my skinny jeans again. But I’d rather have the time to go to a gym instead of just not having time to eat.]

So I went in last Monday and told them that I couldn’t take it anymore, that it was making me ill (which it was – I got a lousy cold and fever because I was so run-down from working like a Kathie Lee Gifford sweatshop kid), and that I was giving my two weeks notice. They came back and said, “Oh, no, today can be your last day.” So it was.

They worked me like a dog, then refused to pay me for another two weeks just because I resigned. Keep in mind: they only have one other copywriter. The Copy Director. And they just got three huge accounts, so the work is going to be a tidal wave on this poor person. And out of pure spite, they cut me loose when I offered to stick around for them to find a replacement.

Mature, huh? Very professional. Fuck heads.

So now I have to find a new job. Again. My goal is to find a writing job on a beach in Hawaii. Know anyone who’s hiring?