I quit

Yes, I am a loser.
I have been doing this new job for 2 weeks and yes, I am quitting. Tomorrow.
I thought it would work out. I mean, the hard work is fine. I actually enjoyed it. But when you work so hard to make things perfect, and you are told you "take too long" then you move things along a little and you "missed things" you feel like you can't win. This was supposed to be a low stress, leave-it-at-the-door kind of job. No way.
The last straw was today. I pull up to this huge house. I call my boss, to ask a question. Before we get off the phone, she asks me if I have spoken to my partner (the nice one, not Dipsy Doodle) at all. I tell her no, (why would I?) not since last week. She says - I hope he remembers to come.
Um, excuse me?
So I call him. Turns out boss lady never called to let him know he was supposed to do this house with me. So now I am all alone to do this huge house in 3 hours. Yeah, right.
So, I go in and start working. I ignore calls from the boss. She ends up sending Dipsy in, who cleaned one bathroom in the time it took me to clean the whole downstairs. Yea. Helpful.
I did speak to boss lady at one point, to be sure she knew this was going to go over our time line. I kept it short. I don't want to be friendly.
So, I will do my houses tomorrow, which I think is really nice of me, and I will submit my time sheet with my resignation letter. And leave all her supplies at her door.
See ya.
The job search continues...
oh yea - and I'm 245 lbs! Yeah baby!