Exhausted, anxious over everything coming up that needs to be done in the next few weeks, yet a slight sense of relief lingers. I'm finally leaving my job tomorrow. I'm frustrated how I've been treated, I'm exhausted from the workload and the crap I had to deal with there. I feel so sorry for a lot of my coworkers and I hope good things happen for them. But I'm relieved to be leaving. I'm going to miss a lot of people, but at the same time I am not going to miss the work by any means. It was horrible. I guess overall I'm feeling defeated because I actually put myself in a position to help as much as I could and create a better environment, and yet no one (management -- or rather lack of) seemed to care. I got asked a lot, "What are they going to do without you?" I told them "I don't know but they better figure it out otherwise they're screwed. It's no longer my problem."