I reported to two different directors at my last job - and usually they both let me go my own way. I got a new director on one side and thought I was doing OK, but in a Friday meeting he gave me feedback that told me clearly that I wasn't reading him or understanding his style. The other director was usually good with me running things the way I thought best, but was doing some things to one of my staff members that I felt were thoughtless.
I went home, talked it over with my wife, and decided that the first director didn't need to irritate me any more, and I didn't need to irritate him. He was a "new wave" guy who I respected and supported, but it was clear that I wasn't the right guy for him.
On Monday I presented my letter of resignation effective in two months, the day before my 69th birthday. I thought retirement was a pretty nice birthday gift.
And on the Friday after I retired, I threw a party for friends, colleagues and neighbors at our lakeside picnic area. Had a very nice time and that kind of put a party cap on the week. And I haven't regretted it for one microsecond. Retirement is nice.