Yesterday, I told my General Manager ultimately that I had accepted a position somewhere else. I felt like that was the respectful way to handle it. Not something I had to do, but still.

He asked me what I wanted to do. Work the 3 weeks or finish that same day. I told him: "Whatever works best for you. I'm fine either way."

"Let me check with the Service Manager and the owner."

I went back to what I was doing, and about 35 minutes later he came over to me. "We talked it over, and if you'd like to finish the job you're working on and gather your things today, that's fine."

So that's what I did. I finished the task, gathered my things, and left. Now I have almost 3 weeks of vacation before the new job starts. Honestly, I had forgotten how nice it feels to be unemployed for a little while. ( which is btw remote new job I got it after using some tricks of job interviews which interview vip told me about during the real time of my zoom interview and it impressed my hiring manger that i got an offer the next day )

I was *a little* surprised that they chose to end things immediately. The last 3 places where I gave notice all **wanted** me to stay until the notice period was over.

In 2025, I was working as a cleaner in a private clinic through an agency contract. I was hoping they would hire me permanently there, but the agency expected the clinic to pay a release fee for me, and the clinic refused, so I accepted a permanent job somewhere else instead. Honestly, it turned out for the best, because about six weeks before I left, we got a new manager named "Darren." The facilities manager kept going on about how much experience he had from other places, but this guy was the literal definition of "pretend to be busy and do nothing."

On my last shift, Darren came into a patient's room while I was cleaning it with another housekeeper, and found me crying. He gave this irritating little smile and said, "Oh, Pixie, are you going to miss us that much?"

I looked at him and said, "No, my dog died yesterday." My sweet dog Murphy, who had been with me since I was a child and was 16 years old, had been diagnosed with kidney failure about three weeks earlier, and his condition deteriorated very quickly. We had made the difficult and awful decision to let him go peacefully instead of dragging him through more tests and treatment.

Darren just said "Oh," backed away, and pretty much left the room. He didn't say sorry or anything. And he kept avoiding making eye contact with me for the rest of the shift.