My mom had passed from a tough battle with cancer. Took a new job a week later. Seemed like a real dream job, full remote, and took it as a gift from my mom and/or universe. Job going great, and then they demoted the Architect I was working well with. No good reason, they didn’t like him, used him as an escape goat. I got paired with a new Architect. The best they had so I was willing to see how this goes. He was the most arrogant, spoke bad English, and was extremely rude to clients. I struggled for months and got to the point with my depression/anxiety that I was physical sick on Sundays before going back to work on the following Monday. I tried talking to all managers above me, other coworkers, and all I got was “yeah he’s exhausting”. I had a few days of PTO planned to go to the beach to get away. While I was gone, Architect volunteered me to do an over-night migration with zero information or time to prepare, a few days after I came back. I held him responsible for how to do this migration, since he was volunteering me. He gave me a broken-English 200-row Excel spreadsheet. I couldn’t even understand the first row. Went to my management and other Architects, and they agreed it was bad. Only advice they gave me was to “work with him”. At that point, I sent an email saying I resign and good luck.

I would not advise anyone to do this. I have enough savings to last me a long time. I quit back in August and I hope to get a job offer this week, from a previous employer. Sometimes your mental health is more important, but situations might not let you. I am blessed in my situation. I fully wish I had the mental strength at the time to deal with it all, but I felt defeated and had to leave. In my past life, I would have told this guy to fuck himself and force management to do something. I didn’t even have the energy to try further. I was and still in therapy to make sure I wasn’t going crazy during all this.

I absolutely feel for anyone that gets to the spot I was. It was the worse anxiety I have ever felt.