I worked the vacation snafu out with the boss. Which is good (in some ways, my master plan stays in place) and bad in others (I was visualizing the glee of giving the heave-ho and imagining the divine taste of freedom).
So, still a corporate drone, putting up with stupid rules and filling the 401k tank, and clicking off the days.
I feel like I owe it to them to give them a full year of service (WHY? I continually ask myself), since they were kind enough to hire me out of all their applicants--unless they impose some massive bull*hit on me.
I am sick and tired of my profession, and this new job has narrowed the variety of job tasks I used to do at my old job down to include only the most tedious parts. (They are a huge company, and all the creative I used to do at my old, tiny company-- well, this MegaCorp has "people for that").
So I'm slogging along, wondering why i'm doing this to myself when I don't HAVE to, battling the "obligation/you owe it to them/it's good for your taxes & another year of Health Insurance" devil on one shoulder and the "just quit already/ time's a-wastin’/that guitar can't play itself" angel on the other, clicking off the days to RE, and so, so happy I have the leverage to tell them to pound sand if any BS occurs.
-pigeon, still in the coop.