A boss is a jerk—that’s not the main thing.
More important is that you’re not even a full-fledged employee yet, and around you the “drumming and dancing” already begins. There’s a clan with sharp-eared guys, there are traders with their own plans—even an order like the “White Rose” insists on hinting at its interests.
And all of them, none of them, even closely match yours.
You can quit, you can try to transfer, or…