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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vinegary justice
I worked at a petstore for two years, did everything from mopping up mini horse pee to bagging up hundreds of dead fish after a hurricane to expressing dog anal glands. One day the boss called me in the office to yell at me for bringing my pet sugar glider to work with me in my purse and for negating to put up some supplies the day my brother in law died. I shook the hand of the mulleted dyke I had been working with and told her it'd been fun and I appreciated her being civil to me and said nothing to anyone else and clocked out. Some time later I developed a odd sense of revenge by throwing random objects containing liquid at the sliding glass doors. Eggs, milk shakes and once a disposable douche. That'll learn them.
( , Tue 27 May 2008, 5:33, Reply)
I worked at a petstore for two years, did everything from mopping up mini horse pee to bagging up hundreds of dead fish after a hurricane to expressing dog anal glands. One day the boss called me in the office to yell at me for bringing my pet sugar glider to work with me in my purse and for negating to put up some supplies the day my brother in law died. I shook the hand of the mulleted dyke I had been working with and told her it'd been fun and I appreciated her being civil to me and said nothing to anyone else and clocked out. Some time later I developed a odd sense of revenge by throwing random objects containing liquid at the sliding glass doors. Eggs, milk shakes and once a disposable douche. That'll learn them.
( , Tue 27 May 2008, 5:33, Reply)
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