Well, the deed is done. I've handed in my notice and, because it's an internal move, I have to put up with my boss only for another week, which is handy, given her "I always knew you couldn't be trusted" response.
My boss, of course, was raging with jealousy, and since hearing I got the job that she specifically wanted, she's been treating me to her special stony silence
She's also taken to stealing my thunder by telling anyone who's bored enough to listen that she "cultivated" me, and that my success is all down to her.
When I suggested a handover to my deputy might be appropriate she waved a dismissive hand, quickly followed by a "nonsense, just a waste of time" rant. Instead, she's opted for the "dump my workload on the rest of the team" approach, saying: "You'll be back. You won't hack it there."
Little does she know that already two members of my team have asked me to find transfers for them as well. So, if she doesn't watch out, she could end up on her miserable Jack Jones with nothing but her "witch boss" cloak to keep her warm at night. Well, never mind, while I'm drinking Manhattans in Manhattan, my boss will have that sucking-on-a-lemon look as she fiddles with her PowerPoint transition effects to try to grab a transfer the next time the big Yankee bankers are in town.
Let's hope Zurich is the only office on offer. She'll fit in nicely there with her autocratic style of management.
So, look out Tod's, Macy's and, well, the whole of Fifth Avenue, because here I come with my now "doubled overnight" salary. And I've heard on the bank's grapevine that my new boss favours a more laissez-faire approach to management. What a welcome change that's going to be.
But I'll miss this column. It's been like a confidante for the past year, my very own confessional. In fact, it's what's kept me sane on many occasions, especially when the witch boss and her sidekick, the HR manager, have been playing up.
But seriously, it's been fun, and emotional, and who knows, surrounded by all those masters of the universe, I may need that confessional once again. Like Arnie says, "I'll be back". Well, maybe.