So my surgery was mid March and of course the Managing Partner (from here on out MP) was a giant piece of shit before, during and after my surgery.
For the month and a half preceding my surgery I worked for 42 days with 4 days off to make sure all the ducks were in a row for me to be gone. I'm talking getting prep charts planned, features, orders, the whole nine. The person who was covering my role while I was away was super supportive and helpful but having done my job solo before I knew that as much as I could do for them ahead of time would be helpful.
Despite all of this (I very easily could have done no setup work), MP continued to stress about my leave and take it out on me full on toxic boss style. Pulled me aside to be shitty at least once a day, micro managing me, threatening my pay…
About a week before surgery, my partner had a personal crisis and simultaneously I got called into work last minute because one of the staff had tested positive for COVID. That was my last straw and I went home and drafted my resignation letter that night.
My surgery went well, my recovery was relatively smooth and easy, and I lined up a few interviews through late March/early April and secured an offer. During my recovery period, I recieved an email from our payroll department confirming my vacation pay/days in lieu and included a “use it or lose it” clause. So, I used it. Managing partner was trying to pressure me into being back at with in more or less full capacity two weeks post bilateral mastectomy – btw, most doctors advise about 4-6 weeks off after surgery, especially for physical jobs like mine. Fuck that.
My first week back, MP is leaving for spring break vacation with her family. Cool. I emailed my two weeks notice the day before she comes back. I refused to disclose where I was going and why I was leaving. I refused to do most transitional work because frankly I'd done it for my surgery and legacy planning is outside of my pay scale.
The day I finished everyone was sunshine and sparkles. My final cheques were correct, I had a card from the kids, and I called the health inspector from my car on the way out. Managing Partner has been aware that the hot water tank was not sufficient for the volume we'd been doing and we frequently ran out of hot water in the dishwasher during service. I'd been working around that by boiling water and using the three sink method, but without me and my standards present I couldn't be certain that they'd carry that forward. You know, just looking out for patrons to the end.