I gave in my notice yesterday.
Needless to say, they weren’t happy about it (and I had to take a sedative to give me enough courage beforehand) but I felt a weight lifting off my shoulders immediately.
My boss was sort of understanding; my manager less so. I was immediately penalized by being told that the four hour charter I had committed to tomorrow, against my better judgement because of timings and preparation (my mother’s birthday tea, which I am hosting) but it looked like I could just do it, was a minimum of four hours but the passengers had been informed they could extend! Yeah, thanks very much.
I said that I would be happy to stay on short term whilst they looked for another driver, given that they accepted I was actively seeking employment elsewhere, but that I couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t pitch a fit and either quit in a storm of tears or go postal the next time some obnoxious drunk behaved badly towards me.
My boss: appreciative. My manager: you can tell that if I had an office job, somebody would have already gone through my desk and had three cardboard boxes waiting by reception by now!
She emailed me today to say that I would have to work Monday but she would see about the rest of the week; conveniently forgetting the fact that I was going to work those days anyway. Nope, once you quit, apparently you need to get your arse out the door ASAP. It must be killing her that she can’t get the replacement staff so that she can tell me to fuck off immediately!
Always have said it in the past: the better you are at a job, the more wrath you incur when you leave.