I used to work for the co-op
and had an utter cunt of a manager, who was hated by 90% of the staff*, the remaining 10% being a bunch of harpies who wanted to fuck him for a raise.
Anyway, he had an annoying habit of changing my hours without telling me (usually from starting at 9 to starting at 6:30), thus me getting a call at 6:35am, shouting at me as to why I wasn't there.

Anyway, having only been there for 3 weeks, I decided to implement the instant get out clause I was entitled to. One night, at about 9pm, I went in, told the night manager what I was doing, who instantly congratulated me (he hated the day manager too), and wished me well. I head up to the bosses office, stack my uniform on his desk in a neat pile, with a handwritten note on top, simply stating 'I Quit'.

not overly exciting, but apparently this fucked him up for the following 2 weeks, as there was no-one else capable of doing my work, which meant that *GASP* the manager had to do it

*no more so than by jane, (a lovely woman), who had a birthday party, and invited him out of courtesy, not expecting him to attend. But he did, he also got pissed, and told her that "if i was 10 years older, and you were 10 years younger, I still wouldn't fuck you".
this went done rather well with her 2, very large, armed forces sons, who proceeded to kick approximately 13 metric fucktons of shit out of him, along with 4 teeth, and cracking his jaw, so "he couldn't talk like a cunt to anyone else". The manager decided against pressing charges, as he worked out what might happen to him next if he did
( lo, the Greebo Warrior - Est. 2002, Thu 22 May 2008, 13:49, 1 reply)

13 metric fucktons...
fucking magic description.

Click.
(i AM that masked man Book him Tonto, Sat 24 May 2008, 12:30, closed)