I’m a little surprised by the overall tone of the responses in this thread, too. Maybe it’s anecdotal or maybe employers are doing a better job of putting quality people in supervisory roles? Might make an interesting thread in and of itself.
My apologies too for not clearly reading the OP.
But the information about how those three lotteries are claimed is at least mildly pertinent to the discussion. For example, once you have claimed the Hot Lotto, you’re going to hit the news and it is likely/possible that someone at your work will find out, but you STILL have to wait two weeks for the money. In such a situation, there is a greater likelihood of people putting in a 2 week notice instead of simply walking out the door.
So long
Here’s the thing, my boss is most assuredly not a good boss. He is in fact almost theatrically terrible. He is notorious for his terribleness in the market where I work. He is straight up fucking dreadful and everyone and their dog knows it. He knows it.
I would still just hand over to him (and the firm administrator) a polite and very, very brief letter of resignation giving the standard two weeks notice. When asked, I would just tell him that due to a fortunate circumstance, I am able to retire and I am taking the opportunity to spend time with my family (as my parents in particular aren’t getting younger and their health indicates that they should really have more help, this is even true).
What possible good would it do for me to invite him to insert the garden implement of his choice into a bodily orifice? He already knows he’s a dick. Everyone knows he’s a dick. It won’t change him one tiny bit and it won’t even make me feel better. You know what will make me feel better? Not having to work anymore. Firing off a parting shot won’t actually increase my pleasure, so why bother? It’s not like it’ll do any good!
I will take the firm administrator for lunch though - and assuming it’s a really huge amount of money - I will offer her the opportunity to join me in my retirement. She’s a good egg and a personal friend.
I’m retiring soon anyway, so this would just move it up a few months. I’d just tell him “I told you to find a replacement for me, and not expect me to do it.”
My company has rigid rules, and wouldn’t hire me as a consultant even if my department was falling down.
riiing riiing Hi, boss? Yeah, I’m not coming in. cough cough Yeah, I’m calling in RICH!!!
I love my boss, but I’d have more than a few things to say to my bosses’ boss, my bosses’ bosses’ boss, and what the hell, my bosses’ bosses’ bosses’ boss.
I’d offer my boss two weeks (of half days), but he wouldn’t take it. He’d tell me to get going and have fun.
I really like my boss, my team and my work but I’d quit immediately. I would assist with the handover to another PM but since our succession planning requires a backup who is at least partially updated all the time and I just returned from vacation that should be pretty short and sweet. I would also donate a lot to our corporate charity in the name of our team. We have had some amazing team events to raise money for it and I think both the charity and the teams efforts are worth rewarding.
I have things I want to do and work take away from that time. If anyone needs me I’ll be seeing the world 
If I get bored I’ll donate my skills to a charity or two but I’ll never work for pay again.
“Hey Boss! You know that electronic medical records system we’re supposed to have been using, but you have been stalling on ordering? We’re getting it tomorrow. You’re welcome!”
I wouldn’t quit. I really love what I do. I would take some more weeks off here and there for traveling, but I wouldn’t quit.
I would not give any clue as to the extent of my new-found wealth.
+1
I was just chatting about this with a friend, today. In the past couple years, my attitude toward a lottery win has gone from “I’d keep working, only part-time” to “As soon as the check clears”, but I like the crew I’m working with right now and I fill a somewhat unique niche on the project so it would be hard to replace me without some notice.
You know, I’ve been lucky. I’ve liked some bosses better than others, but I’ve never had one I wanted to tell off.
I’m pretty sure that, if I had won Ken Jennings money (instead of losing) in my time on Jeopardy!, every boss I’ve ever had would have shaken my hand and congratulated me. Why would I want to insult any of them?
I didn’t mean for the thread to be about insulting our bosses; I just wanted to see what our attitudes toward them were. Which, happily, is just how it turned out.
I will be in tomorrow.
Yep. I’d say “Hey, babe…want to spend our last night together at my chateaum, naked?”
While I didn’t come into any money, I did tell a boss off once, well actually twice, the first one doesn’t count, since I was only 16.
I worked at the University of Kansas after nursing school for 10 years.
It was often torture. I might have to work all three shifts in one week, I often had a schedule that had me working 10 shifts in a row, with one day off.
Then I decided to come back to Seattle. I applied to Fred Hutchison Cancer Research Center and was accepted over the phone.
Then I wrote my resignation to the director of nursing. It was two pages long. The only thing I remember is the last line: “I’m tired of being driven like an animal and treated like an idiot.”
The next day I was called to the Director’s office.
She bla de blaed for 45 minutes. I didn’t listen to most of it, since she was obviously just a little senile. Then she said, what, I’m sure she thought would strike terror, and make me withdraw the letter: “You know, this will go into your Permanant Record in Topeka!”
I laughed out loud, then got up and walked out of her office.
My boss is me, so I’d tell him “Keep being awesome, Homie! And start booking that flight to Denver…”
“I won a lot of money at the lottery, so I’m going to retire as soon as practically possible. Here are € 25 000 checks, one for you and the others for my coworkers. I also brought Champagne.”
To the manager, in his official capacity: “I hereby notify you of my resignation, etc.”
Face to face: “I know you’re only three years away from retirement, and I suppose it sucks for you to have to lift a finger, for a change, and search for a substitute, but that’s the way it goes. I’m not staying a minute beyond the mandatory time. I used to love my job, but it doesn’t exist any longer, and what I’m doing now isn’t fulfilling or motivating to me. Good luck, I’m sure you’ll find a suitable replacement.”
I’d probably tell my boss that I had to retire; my application to be an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. was approved, he would not be hearing from me ever again, and I hoped he understood.
Then I’d donate to the SDMB so no one will ever have to see those “YOU MAY LIKE” ads at the bottom of the page, EVER. AGAIN!