Today I told my immediate supervisor that I won't be applying for Dan's job.
Mostly, it's health related. On the third Monday of the quarter, I got sick, and it's almost like my body was watching the calendar, just waiting for the first day of work that I didn't absolutely have to be there (i.e. after Rush). B had a weird virus the week before where he just slept all the time, and I caught it while he and Hubby were in Montana. Then, yesterday, I found out I have a UTI.
In the meantime, during my dental appointment on October 3rd, my teeth decided to become high maintenance as well. I now have two more appointments on the 21st and 28th of this month. Basically, I'm falling apart, and I blame the stress of this job.
Back when I was working at the bonnet shop, I discovered that people can work all kinds of horrible, menial, disgusting jobs if the folks they work with are halfway nice. When they are not, that's when people jump ship.
I'm jumping (full-time) ship. The Manager and HR have decreed that they must be the most annoying, irritating, micromanaging entities on the planet, and I'm going crazy. Once again, people don't quit work. They quit co-workers.