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)
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and this is why:
Because Bad Things Happen When I Leave Every Other Job. Fact.
The last day I worked at my first job, working for a prestigious university in Scotland, the department next door to ours burnt down.
The next job that I left, nothing happened apart from I got a bit drunk at my leaving do.
Then the next job I had, I worked in an art gallery, which was burgled the night before my last day, which meant that my last day was No Fun At All.
The next job I left, nothing happened, apart from I got a bit drunk at my leaving do.
Watch out, theatre!
(, Thu 22 May 2008, 13:40, 3 replies)
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