Good morning, friends. It's blowy and raw out, good hibernating weather. I've been writing more about politics lately, and I have a Holiday/Solstice blog brimming, but today I thought you should hear from my sister in Florida, whose resignation letter from her job as a small town bank teller I am copying here, in case you are in need of a template. She runs a bait shop now.
"Attn: Personnel Department, **** Community Bank, *** Key, Florida"
I write to inform you of my resignation from my position as teller/guidance counselor/AA coordinator/chef du jour/rodent retriever/flag-raiser/gossip advisor at the ***Key branch of the **** Community Bank. I have enjoyed my time spent working with you and the numerous tellers who have been hired and fired under my nose. *** Bank has given my the opportunity to expand my expertise in the field of interpersonal skills and mathematical calculations.
There is never a dull day at the **** Bank. For there is always the customer looking for his Milano cookies, the customer who threatens to burn your house down and "beat your ass," the customer who needs to borrow a couple of dollars to pay his light bill, the customer who doesn't bank with *** but does come in to have her daily cookies and drop off a few rotten bananas. I'll certainly miss choosing my attire based on the high standards of the *** Community Bank dress code. But most of all I'll miss the long hours and the overwhelmingly generous pay.
Laura Adams, xoxo"