Moving On

For the last two months, I took a position as a practice manager at a less than ideal office.  For 16 years, I worked for a cardiologist until he retired.  Out of desperation, I took a job working for a plastic surgeon in a very ritzy part of the city.  He paid me very well, but he treated me horribly.  The patients were self absorbed, rude and classless.  I now understand the meaning of "new money."  They were young, arrogant and crude.  He ran specials with the local modeling agencies.  Sorry to rant, but it was just a nightmare for me. 

Anyway, last night I had an interview with a fantastic general practitioner.  From the moment I walked in, I knew I found my new home.  He hired me on the spot and I start in two weeks.  This morning at 4:30AM, I sent a text to the jerk plastic surgeon simply stating "I Quit!"  He never responded.

I am so excited!