Doctor Boss has caused you nothing but heartache and despair. I know, MM, how much you must love the idea of your job, and how gratifying the paycheck can be. But I’ve read many of your posts over the past year or so, and they basically fall into two categories:
Mousehouse, which is a warm, happy, loving place that brings you great joy (jeez, I thought I had a great marriage, and then I read about yours!) and comfort and security.
Ratrace, which is a frustrating, alienating, appallingly hostile environment into which you take yourself every workday; there, you are underappreciated and ignored when you’re not actively abused.
I think you have an enormous capacity for love and nurture, and I don’t mean that as a sexist man-guy talking to cute little ol’ pregnant you. I mean you are in medical research because you love your fellow humans and want to ease the suffering. That’s wonderful. But you need to just step back and take things one at a time.
Forget lifestyle – go home, be with Mr. Mouse, welcome your little mousey into the world and enjoy your life for awhile. Later, when the diapers and the rocking and the baby spit-up have lost their charm, take stock of your career, seek some advice from an admired old professor and march, clear-eyed and purposefully, back into medical research. Your maternity hiatus will do you a world of good.
You’ve given notice, now follow through. If those who track such things are expecting you to work on the day of the meeting, then attend the meeting. Keep your counsel, consider what Dr. Boss says, think about it and respond in your own good time. I’m betting that if you wait 24 hours, you’ll never give it another thought.
Take the step, be bold; trust, pray, and go. By all means, go.