I went to work with a low-grade migraine.

I spent the day walking with a friend through the death of her job at Evil Corporate Empire.

I listened while she processed the last couple of months. Her supervisor’s betrayal of her, the inappropriate comments to her direct reports by other VPs, the un-clear expectations and unrealistic assumptions.

She has money in the bank. She has one job offer pending – but not in hand, she could temp with her clinical background if she had to. Today she decided that staying to “be tested” through a performance improvement plan was not worth the it. She wouldn’t earn any stars on her record by putting herself through all that.

So I helped her write her resignation letter that documented her grievances.

Her supervisor accepted her letter, then called her back a couple of minutes later to say that she was “very disappointed by this letter.” Supervisor asked if they could talk “off th record” but my friend wisely said “No.” At that point the Supervisor told her “you’re done now. clean out your desk.”

I came home with a migraine. It was quite a day.