Some people get impeached, some get fired. Others get RIF’d – which is the PC term for getting your ass kicked out of the door. Some even give a couple weeks notice. I did none of the above.
Handed in my stuff and walked out. I figured it was that or have totally inappropriate breakdown. Who needs that? It was not done with hysterics or emotion or ranting and raving or anything destructive. I was very calm in turning in my gear to HR and saying “See ya!”
Ballsy move you ask? Why yes it is. Certainly not without risks and trapdoors, but life is nothing without a little adventure. The Mrs. would debate that point but I assured her that there are many variations to peanut butter and jelly that can be employed and that I had it on good assurance that both dogs will willingly share their kibble – to a point.
There is always a plan B, of course. I was able to reserve a top-flight GE Refrigerator box at the local appliance store, complete with intact top and bottom covers and heavy inserts for stability.