Until Thursday, it was all just talk.
I had planned to resign on Friday but discovered at about 16:00 on Thursday that my boss, Andy, was having Friday off, so when he came out of his meeting I took him into a room and gave him the news.
He said he’d known it was coming, but hadn’t expected it this soon. With a three month notice period I didn’t have much choice though, as the plan is to start the HRP at the beginning of June.
Following the broken rib 5 weeks ago, painkiller-allergy 4 weeks ago and hernia operation 3 weeks ago, I’m unable to walk too far at the moment, and haven’t yet ventured back onto a bike. Normally this would make a stay in Ambleside rather frustrating, but while the rest of my family are out cycling the Fred Whitton or walking, I’ve been discussing tents, stoves, ice-axes, crampons and water-purification with the shop-assistants here.
Last night I handed in my security pass and left RBS for the final time. For the first time since I was at university, I’m now unemployed.
The guys from work bought me an awesome Leatherman Blast as my leaving present, then joined me for some drinks in a bar near the office. The Leatherman was one of the last few things left to buy from the kit list - probably the most useful leaving present ever!
