As her longtime manager stared out over his reading glasses, Nancy could feel the rush of blood surging through her whole body. There’s no way she could have known how powerful these two little words would become.
“Beg your pardon?” he said.
“I need to hand in my two weeks’ notice.” Nancy’s voice waivered.
In her mind, Nancy had played out a scene in which her gruff, but kind-hearted boss attempted to talk her out of making such a terrible decision. She had hoped that he would implore her to reconsider – maybe he would even offer her a better position. One that would suit her long-term physical needs.
“Ok.” he replied as he reached into his bottom left desk drawer. He pulled out a photocopied form entitled “Resignation Notice” and handed it to her. He never even looked up. Nancy grabbed the form and headed towards the door. She wanted to remove herself from this awkward situation as soon as she could. As she reached for the door her manager leaned back in his chair.
Nancy wheeled around quickly, longing to hear him say something that would significantly affect her.
“Don’t forget to hand in both of your aprons. We’re going to need those for the next gal.”
“Right. Ok. Thanks.”
As she closed the office door behind her she could feel the weight of her future meeting her in the hallway. So as not to make a scene she headed for the bathroom. On her way there, she made a last-minute decision and instead walked straight out to her car.
She never even took off the apron.