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A Sign From God


I'm sending in my resignation from my district! As I think I had explained earlier, I took a leave of absence to make sure that I wanted to quit. I do.

The sign from God, in case I had any doubts, was this:

I got a letter from the district saying that I am on a previously approved leave and I need to tell them if I am coming back or not because I can only be on leave for one year... blah blah blah.

This is the good part:

"Please complete the attached form(s) as appropriate to indicate your employment plans for the 2008-2009 school year. Should we not receive a written reply from you by April 24, 2008, we will interpret that to mean that you do not intend to return, and we will terminate your employment with the District."

The date on the letter? April 22. The postmark? April 23. They gave me exactly no time to say that I wanted to come back. Since my mail comes after the district office closes, for me to reply by the deadline requested, I would have had to go back at least an hour in time and drive the form over instead of mailing it. Good thing I wanted to quit!

It's almost funny if it weren't so dysfunctional and incompetent. And career-destroying for many people. But I guess now I can save myself a stamp and not send this in!


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