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)
« Go Back
Mr Angry
Advance on the dirty linen story (see below), I left the next job in even more style.
I worked in a nightclub where I constantly had to cover and run it for the perennially absent manager while I was on less money. The hours were extensive and shit and the owner was constantly condescending towards me despite being much cleverer and older. The refurb that was badly needed never got done and I had to make do with dated equipment.
I had just come back off sick leave during which I had been incredibly ill to find things had got worse in my absence. The final straw was a faulty burgular alarm he refused to fix. It went off every hour, on the hour and caused me sleep deprivation.
One night, I punched the bloody thing off the wall then text him to say YOU ARE C***T. I QUIT at 3am.
That did it.They refurbished a few months later. Bastards.
( , Sat 24 May 2008, 18:56, Reply)
Advance on the dirty linen story (see below), I left the next job in even more style.
I worked in a nightclub where I constantly had to cover and run it for the perennially absent manager while I was on less money. The hours were extensive and shit and the owner was constantly condescending towards me despite being much cleverer and older. The refurb that was badly needed never got done and I had to make do with dated equipment.
I had just come back off sick leave during which I had been incredibly ill to find things had got worse in my absence. The final straw was a faulty burgular alarm he refused to fix. It went off every hour, on the hour and caused me sleep deprivation.
One night, I punched the bloody thing off the wall then text him to say YOU ARE C***T. I QUIT at 3am.
That did it.They refurbished a few months later. Bastards.
( , Sat 24 May 2008, 18:56, Reply)
« Go Back