Well, I submitted my resignation letter, and got my reply (the Way Things Are Done). To my considerable disappointment, the letter contained a reminder that the corrective action process was still in effect, in direct contradiction to the agreement we had reached.
This came on top of a very frustrating morning as the two most insecure yet ego-ridden people I have ever worked with manifested their highest level of incompetence: if they can’t communicate and work with each other, why must I be whipsawed at every turn?
So I’m at home today, making sure I keep an inevitable ulcer at bay. I met with a pair of union stewards yesterday and their consensus was that this boiled to a lack of groveling on my part. The action they want to correct, if you read between the lines, is a lack of obeisance and self-flagellation on my part. Sadly, I’m genetically incapable of panicking or making everything into a crisis, and I was sufficiently well brought-up to avoid making my failure to plan someone else’s emergency.
So I’m looking into making tomorrow my last day and just saying to hell with it. It’s not worth it.