You are not logged in. Login or Signup
Home » Question of the Week » I Quit! » Post 164903 | Search
This is a question I Quit!

Scaryduck writes, "I celebrated my last day on my paper round by giving everybody next door's paper, and the house at the end 16 copies of the Maidenhead Advertiser. And I kept the delivery bag. That certainly showed 'em."

What have you flounced out of? Did it have the impact you intended? What made you quit in the first place?

(, Thu 22 May 2008, 12:15)
Pages: Latest, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, ... 1

« Go Back

Walking - or was it stumbling...
There have been two incidents in which I have quit - in quite a fun flouncing manner... One of which I have talked about before but I shal recap.

Whilst at uni to suplement my beer fund I worked at a large mainly older clientel city center bar - it was a nice place to work, but as per usual the landlady was a control freak and let you know so on a regular basis.

I'd been there a while and although my wage didnt go up I was given all sorts of responsibility, from training staff to sweeping to cellar work to carrying weekends takings across the city to be banked. (too many tos?)

Anyway, one monday morning 9am set up for 12 noon open... quite alot to be done, 2 of the others (both supervisors) called in sick... Arse but never mind I'm sure I can get the place looknig reasonable and I'm sure the boss will chip in - will she my hairy arse cheeks...

The final straw came when I was told my sweeping wasn't been done correctly, whislt she sat on her fat arse slurping coffe I had got her, doing the cross word... I walked out of her sight, contemplated for about 3 nano seconds what next to do... should I just wander off have a fag and get over it, or should I listen to my hungover head, and flounce... well... exactly.

I flounced like no one had flounced before, whilst crying hahaha!!! I would have gone and got trollied somewhere, but I was skint - bugger.

Right I am stretching this out somewhat, and I can't really go into too much detail with this one...

Working for an upmarket stationary* - type company... I landed the job straight from uni, my position was quite literally what my degree course was written for, and with in days I had slotted into the company and was feeling very at home. My job was dynamic, I was given responsibility and I introduced new working practices to make new money and also practices to save money...

I was literally and I'm not making this up, the companies little saviour. My knowledge of the industry grew, my roles expanded according to how I felt and I was having a whale (wale) of a time. 6 months in things started to change... the way our salary was paid was changed, leaving loads of us out of pocket - all with no notice...

Then we all became aware huge problems with money generally in the company, the two guys in my office we fretting.. but I could see that it was merely a cash flow blip, and that everything would settle down once some new structures were put into place.

Well... the blip affected us directly in a number of ways... I couldnt order from my suppliers, if they'd even speak to us... so I developed new suppliers of course all of whom wanted advanced payments... this is a tad difficult when accounts wouldnt give me cheques... then they started having problems actualyl paying us... 2 weeks wages would come, via cheque... then some more would arrive via bacs.. then another cheque all the time not knowing if it would bounce... we were told if it did the company would pay us any fines... oh joy.. fantastic.. brilliant position to be in!

This carried on getting worse and worse, with bailiffs arriving, certain utilities being cut off... it was all fun, really.. we sort of banded together like it was the blitz...

Part of my job was organise a variety of events, involving hiring temp staff - marquees.. the whole sheebang... everything it was down to me, so you can imagine my hours (remember salaried) were way way over what was expected... I can't count the number of times I was on site!! at 5am and not leaving site till gone 12... but I enjoyed it and it was valuable experience.

I never once put in a claim for extra hours; especially with the knowledge of how tight things were... some members of my family commended me on my work ethic realising this in the future would put me in good stead - other however were less positive - taking the union line (guess what they're public sector workers) that I stop and start to the clock...

anyway - I had a few days of sick for a recurring thing... just here and there, nothing bad or long term everyone knew and I told them at interview - I certainly never took the piss... So I was somewhat shocked when I was called into the owners office to be told that I would being docked xyz days of pay - I was silently fuming...

things roll on slowly like this boring rant - things get worse, way worse.. I find out the boss has upped and left to live in Ireland, the rent on the property hasnt been paid for months - and it was highly likely that we wouldnt be being paid at the end of the month... so rather than sit around and take this I sort out all my files and make copies of all my clients and suppliers... tidy away my desk biding my time...

I couldnt decide when to jump ship.. but I think the hangover on monday morning combined with me drinking a half bottle of vodka before getting a taxi there over 2 hours late might give rise to that I wasnt likely to go back...

I literally roll in through the door.. .stumble into the office... give the guys a big hug... in the middle of the corridoor, shout I QUIT!!! turned and walked out!!!

Two weeks later they go into administration and get bought out. They owe me but I never chassed any monies... I did enjoy myself though... I went and did what anyone else would have done... got thoroughly wankered!!!
(, Wed 28 May 2008, 15:03, closed)

« Go Back

Pages: Latest, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, ... 1