Today, I voted that I’d give notice. That’s because I’m in the middle of a big project that is launching in March, so I’d stick around until April 1 mainly because I like the people I work with and don’t want to screw them into picking up the slack if I were to suddenly leave.
If the timing were different, my answer might be too.
In the past, I have had some very elaborate “take this job and shove it” quitting fantasies; fortunately I’m not in a place like that now. But continue working indefinitely after I’m a multimillionaire? Nuh-uh.
When I was still working for a relatively small engineering firm, I would have attempted to buy it.
As it has since been sold to a gigantic multinational, I guess I would take the money and run.
I said I’d give two weeks notice … but I can’t promise I’d be very productive for those two weeks. In fact, now that I think about it, it would probably more like a week’s notice; as in, “I’ll stick around long enough to transfer my projects so you guys aren’t totally fucked … but I’m going to Fiji!”
There are some parts of my job I love and some parts I hate . . . So I would ask if I could work part-time, doing only the “love” stuff. I know those parts are important enough to the company–and I am good enough at them–that it might actually be a possibility (like this is a real situation!).
After 3 pay cuts in 2 years? I wouldn’t even tell them I’d left; I’d just stop doing any work and let them try to explain that to their unfortunate clients. Every time they called me to see what’s up, I’d have my assistant put them on hold and leave them there. I’d hire a team of lawyers whose sole purpose in life would be to keep my former employer from reclaiming their equipment.
IF I quit (anything over $3 million would get me into quit mode), I’d give notice as a courtesy to my coworkers and customers. It’d take about 2 weeks to farm out my inventory and get people up to speed on my “special” cases.
If it was enough to support me for life, I’d give two weeks notice. But with the understanding that the slightest annoyance meant I say fuck it and walk out.
I’d keep working. I’d probably talk to my manager about going to 4 days a week. Maybe three, but no less than that. ETA: If I wanted to quit, I’d give two weeks. Otherwise I’m just screwing over the people I work with.
I’d keep working, keep my same hours, and tell them to cut my salary to whatever the bossman could get away with. I would hope they’re redistribute the rest of my salary to my colleagues. Well, most of my colleagues.
I like my current job and feel no desire to leave everyone high and dry. I would quit though. I may like the job, but there’s a reason they pay me to do it. If I didn’t need to money, I’d find something to do that I liked more. I wouldn’t give notice until the money was safely in my account though.
In previous positions, I have had “take this job and shove it” fantasies. In reality, I don’t think I’d have acted on them. However much I may want to stick it to my boss, it’s more likely my coworkers (who I’ve liked) would be the ones to suffer.
Plus, as corkboard said, there are good reasons not to let everyone and their dog know that you came into a windfall. Yeah, I can see some of my sleazier former employers finding reasons to sue me if they thought I had deep pockets.
I would keep my job until I had the winnings in hand and arranged to my satisfaction, then have a talk with my manager. My goal would be transitioning to working as a consultant; part-time work at a good rate, working only on the specific things that need my special skills. I could ditch most of the bureaucratic nonsense and escape the all-day drudgery without leaving the coworkers I actually like in the lurch.
Assuming a big enough lottery to comfortably live on the rest of my life, I’d give notice, but I would quit. That said, especially if they knew I’d just won the big bucks, it’s possible they might tell me to just go ahead and hand over my ID card and go on home (paychecks are direct deposit, so it’s not like I’d even need to come by and pick up that final paycheck), just as a general-principles precaution against any last-minute shenanigans or disruptive attitudes.
Actually, the point is moot, as I haven’t bought a lottery ticket in ages and my company walks you out the door as soon as you give official notice. I would, however, invest in my own business and work, at least part time, at that.
If the people I worked with were normal decent people, I’d give two weeks. (Assuming I wasn’t a civil litigator, which would leave my clients high and dry. Let’s say “bartender”.)
If I hated the bastards, I would just never come in again and not bother telling them.
