Resigned

It's been nearly two weeks since I handed in my resignation. And has my resignation been acknowledged? Have any members of senior management spoken to me about it? Said, 'we know you've been here only a short time, but thanks for putting up with all the crap.'

No, they haven't. And whilst I am not that bothered, I can't help but think that some general courtesy has been missed somewhere along the way.

When I resigned from my previous teaching post, to embark on my 'Year As A Writer', I got a letter back from the Headteacher, thanking me for my service and wishing me well with my writing.

But this time...nothing. Not a whisper, not a word, not a straggle of tumbleweed whistling its way across the canteen between my classroom and the Head's office. It's just not on. Or perhaps it is, in this day and age. Perhaps it's just me, being too old-fashioned in expecting at least a cursory nod that my letter had been received. (And just in case you are thinking, what if the letter hadn't been received, and I'm going off on one unnecessarily, it was received - I checked.)

Ah well. Onwards and upwards.

Have you seen the new series on telly called 'Three in a Bed?' It's hilarious, if only as a casual observation into the human ego. It's about couples who take turns to spend a night in each other's B and B's, and then pay what they think the value of the experience is worth. I watch it because I think Andy and I would be good at running our own B and B, and I'm looking for inspiration. The series is starting to take on a rather cut-throat approach to the competition, and tonight was no exception. One bloke took exception to being paid £8 less than the market value for his room, because his guest objected to the proliferation of Health and Safety notices that were slapped around the bathroom, warning of 'Slippery Floors' and 'Hot Water.' (In a bathroom?? You don't say.)

In a fit of pique, realising his B and B wasn't going to win, and determined not to let his guest with the laissez-faire attitude to her safety take the award, he vastly overpaid the third couple for his stay in their bizarre Manor house, where there were cases of stuffed squirrels and a collection of family heirlooms stored in the wardrobes.

I have to say that I liked the people who objected to the unnecessary safety notices. I mean, if I was them I'd probably make the comment that there should be a safety notice warning about the safety notices. And their B and B was far superior to the others in terms of style and personal touches, like tea and homemade cake on arrival, and using local produce, and everything looking very pretty and comfy. They also ran courses from their establishment.

'That's what we should do!' I said to Andy, excitedly prodding him in an attempt to distract him from his new best friend, the i-Phone.
'Mmmmmmm...' said Andy.

I don't know. Ignored by senior management. Second place to apps. Where will it all end?

Who said that?