While this section of The Chronicle tends to focus on how to get the next job, a handful of recent resignations from people at my university and around the country have prompted me to consider how best to leave the ones we’ve got. Some of the resignation letters these folks wrote were remarkably gracious, while others were bitter, including the one that was seven pages long. While I’d venture to say the bitter letters were more factually accurate than the gracious ones, honesty is overrated when it comes to saying “farewell.”
Whenever we are leaving under duress or just because we’ve had quite enough, it is tempting to use our resignation letter as an opportunity to index the many injustices we have endured and to point out the problematic people who have impeded our progress. In our minds we may think, “I’m not doing this for myself, I’m doing this for those who come after me.” Even if our intentions are completely honorable and not at all motivated by revenge (yeah, right), it’s prudent to write the therapy letter first. Then write one that will not cause embarrassment when it gets passed around. I learned this lesson the hard way.
Early in my career I worked for someone I will simply call THE WORST BOSS EVER. She hovered, she humiliated, she micromanaged, she lied, she was evil. Unfortunately, the job market in my city was dismal, so I was locked in and miserable. When I was finally able to make my escape, I sent her a brief and polite resignation letter thanking her for giving me such significant learning opportunities (code for “You taught me how never to treat others”). Once I was off the payroll, I delivered to her boss, the head of the organization, a letter that cataloged the many versions of abuse my colleagues and I had endured under her management. I also provided a list of helpful suggestions about things she might do to make life more pleasant for those who remained behind. To his credit, this man invited me to lunch to “talk more.”
During our lunch, the big boss listened to my tales and asked appropriate questions. And just when I thought he was ready to toss my former boss into the street, he said, “Five years from now, she’ll still be here because she gets the results that I need. I can appreciate that you didn’t like her style because a lot of people don’t, but I’m not blind and your letter didn’t tell me anything that I didn’t already know.” Aye, yi yi!
“So, you’re saying I shouldn’t have written that letter?,” I asked as I felt my face grow crimson.
“Why don’t you keep it?,” he responded while pulling it out of his pocket and handing it back to me. “I’d hate for anyone else to see it and think you weren’t smart enough to navigate the situation here.”
Have you ever written a resignation letter you later regretted? Have you ever received one that belongs on the “wall of shame”?

