The End is Extremely Fucking Nigh

This morning started out with a bang. I went in at 7:00, as I've pretty much eschewed going in there for 6 AM given the hostile climate and such. And as Starr, Jen, and I gathered around Liberty 3, Sue came by and got all malignant.

"I just want you to know that I've already e-mailed Bucky and Bob and want a meeting with them, because there are some things going on around here I'm not happy about, and if I don't get some satisfaction I'm going to hand in my resignation."

That would be Bucky the plant operations manager. And Bob we've already discussed.

I know you're already ahead of me here, but let me translate that into regular language: "If I don't get my way, I QUIT!"

And Jennifer doesn't quite believe this, but I'm certain about it. That childish little rant there was all about me and what went down Friday. I've now become Public Enemy #1, surpassing Jen. Nice try, Jen, but I really know how to hurt her where it counts. Oh, and I did. I totally kicked her little red wagon right over.

I'm not sure if I was supposed to be intimidated by that little rant, but I wasn't. No, not at all. I've been threatened and intimidated by the best (referencing Massachusetts again), and you'll have to try harder to get to me. Meet the real me now; I'm not afraid of you anymore.

So today was a little uncomfortable all around. By the end of it, as far as I could tell, Sue had not gotten her way (whatever that entails), nor had she quit. I'm of the belief that if Sue does actually resign, half the production floor should throw Jen and I a party and celebrate. There should at least be a toast.

Jen took a gamble on her physical, coming up later this week, and put down her two week's notice. I wasn't quite ready to go that far. Yet.

I went in to see Skip about something and he shook my hand. "It's about time somebody gave that bitch some of her own shit back and threw it in her face." This is of course a reference to the two times I shot on Sue during Friday afternoon, which of course she went and whined about later on. He was proud of me.

Things are coming to a head. Sue is digging her claws into Starr, trying to get her to stay on after I bail out, but I think it's a lost cause. Today Sue counter-attacked on me, in her own way, through hostility and attempts to devalue my contributions to the production floor. Now in the past this sort of thing would get to me, but I am strong and confident, and I know what I bring to the table, so her transparent attempts to screw with me were for naught.

Even so, I'm not sure how long I can last there.

But wait! There's more.

When I got home I called Rugers to inquire about the results of my drug screening. The nice lady on the other end let me know that I'd passed that. All that remains is the physical, which she pencilled me in for next Wednesday. So I went through in my head and marked off two weeks from then, trying to triangulate the exact last day of my current employment. Then she said something that changed the whole paradigm.

"We're trying to push you through so you can start on the 25th."

That's two weeks from *today*.

I said yes. I'm doing it. I'm making the jump. It's just a physical, after all. There's nothing wrong with me, and no reason I won't pass it. This is a leap of faith I'm taking into the unknown, but only a small one. And I am a brave motherfucker, and you know it, baby. Besides, when a company that's been this eager to get me on the inside makes me an offer I can't afford to refuse ... that's pretty much destiny knocking on my door as far as I'm concerned.

I'm going to write out my notice tonight.

Despite how I'd planned to handle the other continuing saga in my life right now, the first person I called was Jennifer. I was bursting with it. I couldn't help myself. She was excited, too, and we had a really good conversation about this, that, and the other. I was strong and confident and powerful. I don't always feel like that, so I couldn't pass it up.

Then I called my mom. It's always nice to talk to my mom when I have good news.

I'm out, baby. I'M OUT.