Not me, and not really a flounce...
...but it ws impresive.

I work for a very small company, with only 7 employees. One of my co-workers (lets call her X) was a little different, shall we say - she was 37, hadn't worked for at least 5 years before starting as an intern at our place, and had no previous experience with a computer.

X hadn't been happy in the job for a while (there isn't much room for promotion in a company this small, especially if you don't know your way rond a PC) and during one late night at work, she FLIPPED OUT!

Everyone else working that evening was in the back room, but could hear X screaming at the manager about how the company was shit, the manager was shit, the way everything was run was shit, the employees were shit (despite the fact we were in earshot), and lots more to do with how shitty the place was.

The manager could only take so much of this, and told her to leave if she wasn't happy. We all went for a drink after this, apart from our disgruntled co-worker, and all agreed we wouldn't see X again.

Next day comes, and despite everything that was said, X is back! No-one could figure out why she was there, as she'd pretty much told the boss to go fuck themselves the previous night.

(X left a month later, but only after sitting around with a face like a slapped arse for the entire time. Good riddance, I say)
(Sneezy Badger can't wait to quit his job on, Thu 29 May 2008, 15:05, Reply)

I Quit B3TA a month or so ago...

and I'm surprised at how little I have missed it...I mean I have been really busy recently and my new job seems to block even Axai's B3TA proxy doo-dah but still... This place was my life support machine last year...I thought I needed it more...

Holy moss-covered mechanical manflaps! I must be growing up!

How do I make it stop?
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Thu 29 May 2008, 14:59, 11 replies)

I tried to give up wanking.
.. but have come to the conclusion I'll need surgery to get my hand off it.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Thu 29 May 2008, 14:44, Reply)

I have Quit Eating Cake
but only because I've run out
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Thu 29 May 2008, 14:42, 12 replies)

Mrs Humpty just quit...
She'd been working a trial 3 months for a textiles firm. she was employed as dog's-body, though she's an accomplished designer (You can't walk through Ikea without seeing at least 20 of her designs)

During her first interview the owner of the company said: "We're trimming out some employees, we've fired 10 so far this year. we're replacing them with people that suit the company better"

This same Boss
1. Gives out HUGE amounts of work to employees and acts surprised when it can't be done.
2. Actively looks over people's shoulders and tuts out loud.
3. bullies employees.
4. Gave HUGE bonuses to people who'd not rung in sick or had to stay home to look after ill kids.
5. Disappears for days at a time without being contactable. As she bitches about EVERYTHING she needs to be consulted at all times.. this makes things difficult.

It was after a week there that Mrs Humpty realised that there was no communication in the office at all. No coffee breaks.. infact having a break was frowned upon... sure.. the boss can go smoke, but coffee breaks are a no-no.

It was after 3 weeks that She started to find time to talk to other people. She found out that not ONE employee had been fired.... they had all walked out and told the Boss where to stick her company.

Mrs Humpty has now done the same and is starting her own company.

... Then the question comes as to how the Bitch Boss managed to own the company to start with.

Well.. she used to be married to the original owner. During a messy divorce (She brought it about apparently) the soon-to-be Ex hubby decided that he didn't want her to get the company so he sold it to his best mate.

She saw this as a chance... and set about getting the best friend. A year later she married him, and a year after that divorced him: Ensuring that the company became hers.

... Evil in a Dress... and no idea about how to run a car, let alone a company.

Mrs Humpty Quit, and I've never been so proud of her. Tomorrow is her last day and the Champagne is in the fridge :D
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Thu 29 May 2008, 14:41, 2 replies)

i think
this question has well and truly died.

can we have a new one please?
(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Thu 29 May 2008, 14:36, Reply)

Self-harm.
I have bit my nails for as long as I can remember. Ten years ago I did however stop for a period of about 18 months. Don't know why I had the willpower then but it happend.

Unfortunately I ended up with a face full of scratches as I was not used to having sharp nails. I also managed to scratch my genitals more times than I wish to remember.

I eventually decided that nice nails were no use if I looked like Edward Scissorhands and so started to bite them again.

I even wore nail varnish for a while - Woo!
( girlinthehole, Thu 29 May 2008, 14:21, 19 replies)

I quit nihilism
Because it was nothing, like I imagined.





you can keep my coat, I have another one at home
( Moey, Thu 29 May 2008, 14:11, 3 replies)

Bazza's Post
Reminded me of when I witnessed not one, not two but *seven* waiters all quiting their jobs at once.

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Way back in the mid 80's I was working at Granada Studios on a one-off job for a lighting company. I was actually half-ligging as it was my then GF's company who were doing the lights - I was just operating one of the spots.

This do was a reward for all the top selling reps of Avon, the door-to-door cosmetic company (they still going?), and there were about 200 middle-aged, over made-up slappers attending. The theme for the gig was "The Avon Way Is Up" sung to that Yazz song "The Only Way Is Up".

Anyway, the day of messing around in Granada studios finished and all the slappers buggered off back to thier hotel to get changed for the "Big Dinner" in the hotels ballroom and we techs ferried our gear up there to light the show.

To this day I thank God that I was in the roof with my spot-light and not down on the floor with the Avon Harpies. It was fucking carnage.

There was a free bar and lots and lots of bottles of wine and within 2 hours it looked like a scene from Caligula. These middle-aged slappers were virtually raping the poor young waiters down there on the floor. One poor bloke was stripped bollock naked and was chased back into the kitchens by a pack of baying Avon reps. And all this was spot-lit by your's truly sitting up in the roof, laughing myself sick while chatting over the head-mic to my GF.

The gig was finally closed down after 7 of the waiters just walked out. Nothing - not threats, bribes or physical violence could persuade any of them to go back into that ballroom.

And people think men are bad when it comes to sexual harrassment? Just see what happens when you put 200 middle-aged women together, away from the husbands and boyfriends and fill them full of drink.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 29 May 2008, 14:03, 8 replies)

I quit
And it's horrible. I was expecting to get some wonderful stories for this qotw, but they are all being nice and stuff so I would feel bad throwing a stroppy =(

5 days to go.
(oeb, Thu 29 May 2008, 13:58, Reply)

Think about those that cant quit.
All week we have been hearing of hilarious stories of people just packing up their stuff, telling the cunt of a boss to fuck off and just leaving their jobs just like that.

For a lot of people though, the reality isnt that simple and they arentin a position to just up and leave.

Take for instance, my previous eemployer. Not many English speaking companies around my area, except this one. And they were a big company. They knew that eople didnt really have anywhere to go except back to the UK if they left this job.

So they made us work 12 hours a day just mto make sure we didnt have time to learn the local language and generally treat everyone like shit. Their attitude was, is that we were suppsoed to be greatful for wokring there and if we wasnt then to f*ck off right now because there isnt any shortage of people wanting to live out here and earn the salary they were paying.

In the bank account the salary looked good. Until I worked it out per hour, and realised that I was getting paid under the UK minimum wage for a skilled job :)

Some people had come over here with wives and Children and just couldnt leave despite getting emotional blackmail and allsorts from this company that I cant even go into.

So after 9 months of being there, they started trying their shite with me. Ushered up to the big directors office. The cunts there with 8 26" monitors hooked up to his PC, and starts telling me that theyre not happy with my performance (despite hearing the contrary from my line managers downstairs who were very happy with me) and telling me that they were going to give me a second chance, and seconded me in another department. Oh thank you very much.

So the fun I had when I stuck my notice in. I found another job nearby, less hours more money, no backwards twisted directors. This director in question is one of those from a sales background and has an answer to everything. After harassing me for the last few months he didnt even say a word to me as i "worked" my notice period. I say worked, I did fuck all :)

But despite escaping myself, there are still many there who put up with crap because they want the sunshine. (except its usually dark when they come out of work)... Suckers.

I will never get myself into that position. Always have a few months salary gathering interest in a savings account, so if your job begins to own your life, you can say..

I QUIT!
(Miggyman, Thu 29 May 2008, 13:55, Reply)

Not Quit!
(sorry., Thu 29 May 2008, 13:54, Reply)

Don't give up!


My brother was going to quit his job as an accountant but on the way to work the radio played Peter Gabriel's song 'Don't Give Up'. Inspired, he changed his mind and decided to kill himself instead.
(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Thu 29 May 2008, 13:53, 2 replies)

leaving a shite job
i considered it justice when i was decent to my employer and told them i had a job offer and was leaving in 4 weeks.

They made my life miserable, but i had a tremendous fluke arise. My nephew looked like he had german measles on the way, and when i mentioned this to my HR lady she went white and made me go in another office as she was pregnant.

I was then told to "not go within 30 yard of her" by my c*nt director. He had never heard of cross contamination. And there was only 35 people working in a small office environment.

About 4 hours later i get a frantic phone call, said HR lady was too scared to work with me on site so they called me for to have an immediate exit interview THROUGH A GLASS DIVIDED pair of offices. Phone to Phone. I let rip a cathartic stream of painful bile filled vitriole that represent my mistreatment. I was then told to leave immediately - nearly 2 weeks early. No handover, nothing. Only 5 people knew i was leaving, so there were 30 blank looks as i just walked.

I loved it. it was a sweet moment when it dawned on me i had borrowed the Mrs' car - so mid afternoon in front of the whole office i walked out, said not one word and got in the car. reversed out of the space, stopped - put the roof down and slowly pulled away grinning like a loon.

I still let my mind drift back to this moment when times are tough. And i even remember what was on the CD, Yazz + plastic population - The only way is up. And the wave of hayfever that hit me as i arrived home.
( bazza van der trance , ooh baby baby, baby baby. Get up on this., Thu 29 May 2008, 13:36, Reply)

I once had to deal with a drunken boss on a film shoot....
...who, after two weeks of being arsed around by her and dealing with all production issues myself, decided to fire me on the last day.

Unfortunately, she'd recently added insult to considerable social injury by hiring THE most unpleasant assistant director a couple of days before to complete the shoot. All the crew hated her, make up and wardrobe ended up in tears, actors rebelled frequently - all after just two days of her. I had been dealing with all the emotional mess it caused amongst everyone, trying desperately to hold everything together, so being told I 'didn't need to be there' on the last day itself (not an advance call or anything) did quite piss me off.

And so it happened that walking out of the building first thing that morning I bumped into camera, sound and lights arriving. When the boys saw me they asked why I wasn't up there, and I told them I'd been fired.

And thus the entire technical crew ushered me into a cafe, bought me a hot chocolate, and refused to go upstairs and commence the shoot until I'd drunk it as slowly as possible.

They were two hours late, blamed "traffic" (said in inverted commas, too) and at the end of the day told the producer and AD to go fuck themselves.

I was so proud.
(niceandwarmandhot vive la résistance, Thu 29 May 2008, 13:00, 2 replies)

darning?
knitting? sewing?

Never!!

I quilt

sigh
(Halfy By light alone, Thu 29 May 2008, 12:59, 2 replies)

I found out I was terminally ill
So I topped myself.

Fuck you God, you can't fire me. I quit.

Not only am I not terminally ill, I did not top myself either. Also, I only wanted to say that god line
( LemonEntryMyDearWatson This time, Moriarty, the hand is on the other foot, Thu 29 May 2008, 12:21, 1 reply)

i was all set to quit my last relationship
but she got there first in the end, telling me i was immature, emotionally retarded and commitment-phobic.
i'm 20, we'd been dating a month, and i had expressed a slight dislike to her discussions of 'settling down' and moving in together.
hey ho, she was bad in bed anyway.

not really relevant, but this qotw's died a horrible death anyway.
(charlottebronte stalking through the moors, Thu 29 May 2008, 12:17, 21 replies)

nothing to do with i quit
Does QOTW not start on a thursday?
(conzo21, Thu 29 May 2008, 12:11, 4 replies)

I quit being a student.
In between sleeping, watching hours of InuYasha and spending quality time with Mr Maladicta, my quest for gainful employment (and I am waiting for THE call at the moment about an interview I had on Tuesday) is not going brilliantly, and as QOTW has kind of slowed to the point of being dead, I don't feel too bad about rambling like a loon. I'm feeling the strain as I have two weeks to get a job before my lease here runs out, and after that I have nowhere to go other than back to the parental nest on the other side of the country, which I desperately don't want to do, as it will involve leaving Mr Maladicta behind, and neither of us are good with long distance so things would have to end. If I do, then we can get a flat and I can leave my student accommodation early (and get away from my housemates, who get on my tits).

*goes back to glaring at her phone*
( Maladicta, Thu 29 May 2008, 11:59, 10 replies)

i need to quit
smoking doobies! from what was a weekend thing in my teens and early twenties its now a daily event.
( SteveFrench Cardio is for homo's. do you even lift bro?, Thu 29 May 2008, 11:41, 4 replies)

I Quit
depressed? over worked? lost faith in religion? - join the majority

when we get past the distractions of the tv, xbox and who Paris Hilton has up her chuff this week and take the time to seriously analyse what's going on around us, it becomes apparent that the reality we live in is not one created by us for our benefit

as A F Shumacher brilliantly said in 'Small is beautiful' we are living in a society of "people for chewing gum, rather than chewing gum for people"

the fact is, this reality, has been handed to us (Lenin famously said the masses must believe the system they are living in is one that has evolved - they must never be aware of the thousands of other directions and options open for society to develop in)

There's a reason why a fair percentage of the population in the anglo saxon countries are on anti depressants news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/talking_point/4071633.stm - this becomes apparent if you experience the more humane cultures with their communal living, extended family and inter dependant living and enjoy healthier happpier more fulfilled lives as a result

The fact is this is not a humane system and never has been, it's one of minority controlled money, with minority controlled mecantile system of commerce and trade. it's a system of competition, where advancement is through how good you are at getting one over on your fellow man - with the pressure to conform in direct conflict to our individuality. Our function, we are told, as a healthy citizen, is to be a good consumer/producer with every advert screaming out to us promising instant happiness as we are indoctrinated and trained to be addicts to this deviant system

(EDIT - there was a book banned in russia written by a well respectd psychologist identifying 2 types of human - one being us the other the psychopathic personality; able to imitate human emotions but devoid of empathy and compassion - he suggested it is this type which rises to the top in this psychopathic system (their system) and forces others to adopt psychopathic tendencies too If they want to get ahead and enjoy success - I'll post the links to the book when I find it)

as Prof Quigley historian for the royal instute of foriegn affairs is famous for saying there's always a certain amount of competition allowed with the lower political parties and individuals but the ones at the top and the 'coterie' around them had always been vetted by a much higher organization outside of the democratic rule

and that we have had a secret government in a managed society for 60 years ... and he wrote this in 1960s

Lord Bertrand Russel wrote in 'Road to Freedom' that children would get their morals from the schools system. If the state encourage schooling and nursery, beginning a 2 years the parents standards would be irrelevant and he went on to say a system of credits would replace money, punishment done by with holding same " also read his Education and the Good life" and while you're at it agenda 21 of the UN charter

www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7se4gFTCys

Even without the rapid decline into chaos the western nations are heading (which is going to get alot worse if you read the books written about it by the likes of Quigly and Attalli- scroll through my profile for the links) this system was never meant to benefit us. It benefits a small minority and it's becoming more apparent that as we head towards a cashless society the system of punishment and restrictions Russell talks about is the pre-ordaned route we are to travel in - introduced after the chaos they need to convince us to accept it

this system of control has always existed, which is self evident to anyone with a knowledge of history . the dominant Patriarch overseen by the dog priests in their frocks - Jubal Freemasonry with Tubal Cain evolving into Shriner Freemasonry of today. Priesthoods, royalty, nobility and the mercantile classes have always lived in luxury through a system of taxation and standing armies. The Taxation we experince is no different from the freudalism of the middle ages - it's simply a more sophisticated form of slavery (hence the word tax)- we have a syetem built on every money loaned has interest attached - so our currency is in fact an instrument of creating debt (the reason the old european banking families worked so hard through the 18c to impose a central bank in the US which they achieved in 1913)- where those in debt lose real property and labour to those that create the fiat fictional money

as more and more ancient civiization is unearthed we see the same sophisticated trade of clay bills ,credit, debt, interest, receipt for silver etc co-existing with tribes living in the true communal sense and a true humane system as humans were meant to live. Even in the days of ancient Sumer this system with weights and measures was extensive. priesthoods specializing in various areas of law, loans , book keeping and taxes allowed scientific priesthoods to live well while the taxed underclass funded their lifestyle

what has been going on is a long term business paln to systemize the world and standardise everything through law and regulation under the guise of peace, eco religion and security

"a power without a threat cannot not persevere " Albert Pike

EDIT: anyone looking at the CAFRs (comprehensive financial annual reports - google them) in the US will see we are already living in a socialist system with gov ownership of everything from pension funds, insurance companies, liquid investment funds, bond financing accounts and corporate stock portfolios and in the UK council intervention and gov grows exponentially as they justify budget increases year on year

THE GOVERNMENT OWNS IT "ALL" BY INVESTMENT
cafr1.com/

all as we march or should I say 'led' into the new 'watermelon' system of world government - watermelon being green (eco) on the outside , red (socialism with China as the model) on the inside

www.b3ta.com/questions/liars/post104359

I seem to have rambled more than I intended so to come back to my original point it gradually became self evident to me - and luckily my wife too (otherwise I wouldn't have married her) - that the only option is to quit it. I've sold up and hopefully I'll have escaped into a more humane system in a far away country before the engineered colllapse of this one to bring in the new to replace it. And I'm fully aware how hypocritical this makes me, as the only way I've been able to raise the money to do this was by my playing the property game first and knowing when to buy and sell .

I quit? you bet your ass

PM me if you want more info on what I'm talking about and links to the books from the thinktanks which talk about what's ahead in this game -

there's plenty of stuff and links in my profile worth checking out first -

I'm only going to invest my time in the small 2% that are curious rather than arguing and debating with the majority who dismiss this information out of hand from now on - Brewsinski reckoned the number who are truely conscious in any given society was 5%, I'm less optimistic

"let the dead bury their dead" ...

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(The Goat www.cuttingthroughthematrix.com, Thu 29 May 2008, 11:02, 91 replies)

My sexy mister....
My mister walked out on his a while back. I work in a shop of the same name and I really can't blame him. Narrated by the wonderful man himself:

"I was having a shit. As I was wiping my arse there was a staff call for me. I shuffled into the personell office and was asked to sit down. I had another disciplinary but I was on my final warning. Not comfortable with this fact I escaped. On my way out I saw a newly erected "See You Later" sign. Not on your nelly I said aloud."


He's never been back since and is now being put in charge of creating a website for writers, for which he will be paid. He is enjoying this immensely. Hoorah!
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Thu 29 May 2008, 10:52, Reply)

I quit dressing formally
I've stopped wearing shirts and ties when I'm working in the office. Yesterday I came in wearing my bike boots, a pair of black jeans and an Iron Maiden T-shirt. No-one batted an eyelid, despite everyone else being in formal wear.

Do they not notice, not care, or are they scared of me? It's been going on for a year now. I still dress smartly when I head out to see a customer, though.

Oh, and I do work in IT - perhaps it's normal...
(Half of Stephen Fry's right buttock pissed on your dog on, Thu 29 May 2008, 10:49, 19 replies)

...
There I was, walking along one day, when suddenly I was ripped asunder for no reason whatsoever.

And that is the story of how I split.

Oh.
(Half of Stephen Fry's right buttock pissed on your dog on, Thu 29 May 2008, 10:45, 1 reply)

Hmmm...
The contract period for one of the many sub-jobs I've had over the past few years came to an end, and I wasn't really all that sorry. The money was nice, but that was about all.

The nature of what I do - lectures aside, obviously - means that I can work from home pretty much on a whim. So the week before my contract ended, I began surreptitiously to clear my desk. By my antepenultimate day, there was only one bagload left. I decided to work from home for a couple of days.

Having nothing left to take, this meant that there was obviously no reason for me to go back. A week after I'd gone I got a phonecall from one of the admin staff.
"Er, Enzyme," she said, "Are you planning to come near the office at any point?"
"Hadn't planned to. Why?"
"Well, we got you a leaving card and things, and we'd planned to give them to you on your last day. Could you come in to pick them up?"



I've never really quit a job, let alone amusingly - it took me too long to get one in the first place. I have no material for this QoTW. I think that it shows...
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 29 May 2008, 10:27, 33 replies)