You know, I have always loved my job. My bosses have been generous and wonderful to me. I am unhappy now, though, and I have to say that lately my sincere enjoyment in my work waned as stress crept into our small office. My employer, once so friendly and enjoyable to be around, has been speaking to me as though I have the intelligence of a roughly used crayon. I am a smart girl. I mean, I am not one of those girls that just think they have half a brain... I know I am bright. Knowing I am not stupid only makes the way he has decided to interact with me that much more insulting, that much more degrading. I have received another offer and I am giving my notice tomorrow. I am sad to leave them... again; they have been very good to me. I have to say, though, that the timing could not be better. I do not think three months ago that I would have been so ready to leave.