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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large Tesco like store
Not Tesco but a similar store in Ireland think guns but with a D and some extra letters. So this needs few lines of a back story but you can skip ahead if you want.
Still reading? Ok as a smaller danniemcq I tore my abdominal muscles sneezing (really bad hay fever) and as a hyper/stupid teenager it never really healed right and has torn again since a few times. One of them times involves this story.
Ok think that’s all the back-story required so working in said store on the Pasta aisle for few weeks and everything was grand. Slightly above min wage (€7.50ish an hour) 30 hours a week, working with some sound heads, sleep breaks on the toilet rolls in the store room, free food etc. the usual ya know.
So fateful day in question half the staff are off due to some bug going round, cramps, getting sick, sore head the whole 9 yards. I'm working away like a trooper till near lunch when I go to the store to get a box of pasta. Reaching up I get a sharp pain in my side that feels like I’ve been stabbed (not that I’ve ever been stabbed but I can imagine!) roll around on ground for while before getting sick EVERYWHERE and finally get to the toilet where I stay for a while. Eventually stagger out met my boss and he looks at me and does the usual what’s wrong. I tell him what I think but of course he knows different tells me to take an early lunch and come back in a while and I’ve just got that bug. The bastard actually had me believe I was just sick at the end of it.
So anyway I head home and come back an hour later. 2 mins of stacking a shelf and run/hop/stagger to the loo and there goes my dinner from 8 or 9 years back. I walk out of the toilet again and meet my Supervisor and general store manager, the floor supervisor makes some quip about me having the bug too. CUNT. I see red turn on my heel look straight at them and tell them/scream "it's not a fucking bug, I've torn my abdominal muscle again thanks you cunts. Take your job and shove it up your arse"
I walked out there and then got a taxi home and lay in bed for three days. Never went back except on beer or pizza runs and still have a locker key and I think my jeans are still there. meh
Sorry for length... or am I?
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 14:56, Reply)
Not Tesco but a similar store in Ireland think guns but with a D and some extra letters. So this needs few lines of a back story but you can skip ahead if you want.
Still reading? Ok as a smaller danniemcq I tore my abdominal muscles sneezing (really bad hay fever) and as a hyper/stupid teenager it never really healed right and has torn again since a few times. One of them times involves this story.
Ok think that’s all the back-story required so working in said store on the Pasta aisle for few weeks and everything was grand. Slightly above min wage (€7.50ish an hour) 30 hours a week, working with some sound heads, sleep breaks on the toilet rolls in the store room, free food etc. the usual ya know.
So fateful day in question half the staff are off due to some bug going round, cramps, getting sick, sore head the whole 9 yards. I'm working away like a trooper till near lunch when I go to the store to get a box of pasta. Reaching up I get a sharp pain in my side that feels like I’ve been stabbed (not that I’ve ever been stabbed but I can imagine!) roll around on ground for while before getting sick EVERYWHERE and finally get to the toilet where I stay for a while. Eventually stagger out met my boss and he looks at me and does the usual what’s wrong. I tell him what I think but of course he knows different tells me to take an early lunch and come back in a while and I’ve just got that bug. The bastard actually had me believe I was just sick at the end of it.
So anyway I head home and come back an hour later. 2 mins of stacking a shelf and run/hop/stagger to the loo and there goes my dinner from 8 or 9 years back. I walk out of the toilet again and meet my Supervisor and general store manager, the floor supervisor makes some quip about me having the bug too. CUNT. I see red turn on my heel look straight at them and tell them/scream "it's not a fucking bug, I've torn my abdominal muscle again thanks you cunts. Take your job and shove it up your arse"
I walked out there and then got a taxi home and lay in bed for three days. Never went back except on beer or pizza runs and still have a locker key and I think my jeans are still there. meh
Sorry for length... or am I?
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 14:56, Reply)
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