Dear Boss,
Please accept this letter as notice of my resignation from the position of professor.
My last working day will be 04 September 2024 but I will be doing the bare minimum of work between now and then, so you might as well count me as already having gone.
During my notice period, I'll be sure to hand over relevant on-going projects to the appropriate colleagues. But I've actually been doing very little work for the last two years in anticipation of my leaving so there is not much to hand-over; I have been doing a very effective job of seeming busy while actually doing very little and being paid for it. Where projects cannot be handed over, I will just be dropping these like a hot stone.
I will be checking emails once a week, likely on a Friday while I drink Prosecco and eat crisps. Given that I will be busy planning the next stage of my life, I will only be replying to five emails per week - those emails which get replies will be decided by way of a prize draw. Fingers crossed for you.
I am aware that you will try and convince me to taper my leaving by gradually reducing my hours over a couple of years. I am not willing to do this. I do not want to end up like Fred who announced his retirement in September 2019 and is still working here, albeit on a fractional contract of about eight minutes a week. I will log-off at 5pm on 04 September and you will never hear from me again.
While I appreciate that its customary in our sector to give some indication of future collaboration, I am not going to. I am leaving the sector to retire, and I shall never look back. I appreciate I'm young to be taking retirement but I am not the committed socialist that an academic in our discipline is supposed to be. I love money and my husband, who is also an academic, has been taking shed loads of it from organisations that would make your hair curl in order to build up enough of a pot so we can retire now. Sorry, not sorry.
Bye, Felicia.