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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Ye Olde Tea Shoppe
okay, not the exact name, but that kind of place. My friend got a job in such an establishment one summer during the long uni holidays.
Nothing she did was ever right - her tea was too strong, or too weak. Her scones had too much clotted cream (yuck) or not enough. Once, she was berated in front of customers for "putting a doily on the plate upside down". I mean wtf? If it wasn't the boss yelling at her, it was all of the boss's friends who popped in every day for tea and scones.
So, one day, they've got a coach party in as well and they're of the same mind-set as the manager. Complain, complain, complain. She stood the moaning for a while, then decided that flipping burgers for the summer would at least mean workmates of her own age.
The next whinging old biddy who's tea was too weak/strong/whatever was the last straw.
Her parting words?
"If I'd known I was going to be serving the militant wing of the Women's Institute I'd never have taken the bloody job"
She threw her frilly apron at the boss, and stormed out. Then had to storm back in to collect her coat and bag. Oops
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 15:38, Reply)
okay, not the exact name, but that kind of place. My friend got a job in such an establishment one summer during the long uni holidays.
Nothing she did was ever right - her tea was too strong, or too weak. Her scones had too much clotted cream (yuck) or not enough. Once, she was berated in front of customers for "putting a doily on the plate upside down". I mean wtf? If it wasn't the boss yelling at her, it was all of the boss's friends who popped in every day for tea and scones.
So, one day, they've got a coach party in as well and they're of the same mind-set as the manager. Complain, complain, complain. She stood the moaning for a while, then decided that flipping burgers for the summer would at least mean workmates of her own age.
The next whinging old biddy who's tea was too weak/strong/whatever was the last straw.
Her parting words?
"If I'd known I was going to be serving the militant wing of the Women's Institute I'd never have taken the bloody job"
She threw her frilly apron at the boss, and stormed out. Then had to storm back in to collect her coat and bag. Oops
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 15:38, Reply)
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