So FINALLY, after 18 months of pure hell, I quit one of my jobs. Sadly no, I did not give them the finger (though I did consider it). I did, however, give them a 30 day notice....... and then left a week before those 30 days were up.
Now I know what you're thinking, "Couldn't you suck it up for one more week?!", and the answer is simple: HELL NO
I tried to stay for the full 30 days. I really didn't want to quit my job in the first place. I really, really wanted them to beg me to stay, to tell me that they would finally let go and give me the authority that I should have had all along, let me be the director in more than just title.
Did this happen? Hell No. Instead, they put an ad in the paper the same day that I resigned. They started whispering across the room from me. And my favorite, they started acting like I was already gone and not telling me what was going on or what they were doing.
I tried to ignore these things, but they got to me. They made me feel unwelcome at work and it made me not want to get out of bed in the morning. I started finding reasons to leave early or not come in. (Yes, I know this was not fair to the other workers, but in my defense, it wasn't fair to them to have to deal with me being on the verge of tears all day either.)
So, finally after 18 months that I never should have stayed for (I should have walked out on my 2nd day, but I'll tell that story another time.), I am free..........