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)
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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I worked as a Kitchen Porter while doing my GCSEs.
They promised me "you'll be out before 10.30 every night, so don't worry. Work hard and you'll be fine."
The earliest I ever left was 12.45, the chef was a total cunt who would take trays out of the oven and actually throw them at/to me. Hilarious when he's got the only pair of oven gloves on. He used to throw sharp knives into a sunk full of washing-up water while my hands were in there and shout "look out" afterwards.
I quit after two weeks by going up to the hotel manager's office and saying "I'm packing it in, I'm sorry."
she asked why, and I said
"I need more time to do my school work and I'm just here too late each night. And incidentally your chef is a total fucking cunt."
her reply?
"Yes, he is, but his brother owns the place, so we can't fire him." And she gave me a beer and a taxi home, which at 16 was just about the best present ever.
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 13:56, Reply)
They promised me "you'll be out before 10.30 every night, so don't worry. Work hard and you'll be fine."
The earliest I ever left was 12.45, the chef was a total cunt who would take trays out of the oven and actually throw them at/to me. Hilarious when he's got the only pair of oven gloves on. He used to throw sharp knives into a sunk full of washing-up water while my hands were in there and shout "look out" afterwards.
I quit after two weeks by going up to the hotel manager's office and saying "I'm packing it in, I'm sorry."
she asked why, and I said
"I need more time to do my school work and I'm just here too late each night. And incidentally your chef is a total fucking cunt."
her reply?
"Yes, he is, but his brother owns the place, so we can't fire him." And she gave me a beer and a taxi home, which at 16 was just about the best present ever.
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 13:56, Reply)
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