Whispers.
I've written my letter of resignation from my current job, with a planned finishing date of 31st October 2018.
I'm not leaving this cohort yet because I don't know what the implications for my future working life will be. I'm only 54, I don't feel as if I'm done with work forever, but I need to cut loose from THIS job at the earliest opportunity. Every time I think it can't get worse, it does. The tipping point was dragging myself away from my desk, leaving about four hours of paperwork to be done on one of my days off, at half past midnight one night last week. I promised myself I would never become that person, and I owe it to myself to keep that promise.
In a way it's a FU Money scenario because I'm being treated as if I don't have options when in fact I do.