There was much in life that could now be outsourced; he’d like to outsource resignation. He’d done it three times in his life and never enjoyed it. At the point of committing to that letter (he still wrote on paper), indecision grew even when he had come to despise the job. But this was the last time: no longer would he be beholden to company, firm or boss. Well, maybe the bank manager for a while.
But this was it: back to frontier times. It was down to him. He signed the short letter and walked to his manager’s cubicle.