On Friday, July 19th I walked into work at my usual time, sat my things down, and looked around. I was on time that day because it was the least I could do after calling out the day prior. It had been getting progressively harder to walk into that place day after day for months. I was miserable.
I made myself a cup of coffee, tied up all of my work related loose ends, and then typed up a resignation email to my two immediate supervisors. After a few edits and a final proofread, I put my aviators on, clicked ‘send’ and walked out the door.
The email is pasted below:
Date: July 19, 2013, 10:30:42 AM EDT
Subject: Another one bites the dust…
Hello. I’m sorry to report that I am ending my employment with ******** effective immediately. I gave it a shot, but this type of work and atmosphere just isn’t for me. After years of science/technical job hopping, I’ve finally been forced to admit that this isn’t what I want to do for the rest of my life. So I guess I’m off to carpe diem or some shit. Of course I could very well end up destitute, drunk, and face down in a gutter but… I’m an optimist. We’ll see.
Anywho, I’ve closed all of my calls except for an HbA1c PMDR that R*** and I co-filed on 7/12/13 (notification 400*********). The keys to my cabinets, laptop security lock, and my ******* ID card are in the top drawer in my cubicle.
Feel free to contact me at this address or call at ********** if you have any questions or other issues. I wish you all the best.
Headed to the Beach,