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Been there redsneaker. I was miserable, and my supervisor was having a blast. She was in cahoots with her supervisor and he was in cahoots with his supervisor (head honcho), so there was no one to talk to about the problems.
I picked an ending date and at the appropriate time gave two weeks notice which happened to be the busiest crunch time for where I worked. The head honcho asked me if I would stay until after the holidays. I said no. After leaving the job, I moved to another state. I still get angry sometimes thinking about the way I was treated, but the memories are fading......
Hope things work out better for you.
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