A couple of stories
I've already mentioned in a previous post about when I quit Blockbuster, so I won't repeat myself. I will however tell you why I quit. It was Paddy's night and my mate, who was the assistant manager, had arranged to meet up in a bar. I arrived with my girlfriend and luckily got ourselves a table with 2 massive couches either side. My mate was running late, but assured me he'd be there soon. After about an hour, I was getting proper pissed off and had told at least a million people (possible exaggeration) that we were saving the seats for someone. I called him up and he told me he'd bumped into a few people and he'd be there soon. Another hour later and I'd given his seat away out of spite. I called him and found out that he was actually with some of the staff from work (who he said he hated and they hated him). So I told him that he'd better find someone else to open the shop the next day because I quit. It was meant to be my last shift anyways, but I felt I needed to go out with a flourish. The perfect ending to 3 and a half years working there.

My other quitting was when I was temping in Sydney. I worked in the mailroom in a law firm. I was asked to be in for 7am on my 3rd day there. I asked if I could be excused from these early shifts because it takes me almost 2 hours all up to get there. My boss told me that everybody has to do it. I then pointed out that everybody else in the office lives within half an hours walk. She said, "tough shit". I slept in the next day and turned my phone off. Turned it back on around 5 and my temp agency called within 5 minutes. They moaned when I told them I didn't turn up because I didn't like leaving for work at 5am. They said I'd done myself no favours by doing that. I replied that I disagree, I did my self the favour of sleeping in and not working with the massive/boring idiots who only rose to mail room.

Just read this back, it's pretty boring
(Visionaryofthe1980s www.myspace.com/visionariesofthe1980s, Sun 25 May 2008, 12:58, Reply)