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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Shove your job
The first thing that springs to mind is a cantankerous old bugger called Ken. And old guy with everything paid off in life. He was a contractor and only worked to boost his beer money.
There are many stories about Ken, like the time he was thrown out of the local pub. Some Americans had just got off the plane and, other than the taxi driver, the first person they spoke to was Ken. He told them of some graffiti he saw in a toilet in Saudi. It was of a cowboy hat sitting on a pair of cowboy boots with the words 'An American with the shit kicked out of him' written below. For some reason he was banned from that pub that very night.
But I digress...
The job I met Ken in was dragging on a bit. He was tired of it and had an offer of a job elsewhere. He was looking for an opportunity to put in his notice.
The boss called him into his office. He was pulled up about his timesheets (he claimed for 28 days work while having 4 days off in February, and it wasn't even a leap year) but he pointed out he was following the companies method of doing things, and in the companies own strange way of working out the timesheets, Ken had done nothing wrong.
Then he pulled Ken up for giving a load of typing to the secretaries.
Ken said to him "when we started here we were told to put as much of the typing on to the secretaries as we could to free ourselves up for other work.
"but I'll tell you what. You can take your job, roll it into a tube and shove it up your arse" and walked out.
Rest of office outside in stunned silence loving it.
( , Tue 27 May 2008, 7:45, Reply)
The first thing that springs to mind is a cantankerous old bugger called Ken. And old guy with everything paid off in life. He was a contractor and only worked to boost his beer money.
There are many stories about Ken, like the time he was thrown out of the local pub. Some Americans had just got off the plane and, other than the taxi driver, the first person they spoke to was Ken. He told them of some graffiti he saw in a toilet in Saudi. It was of a cowboy hat sitting on a pair of cowboy boots with the words 'An American with the shit kicked out of him' written below. For some reason he was banned from that pub that very night.
But I digress...
The job I met Ken in was dragging on a bit. He was tired of it and had an offer of a job elsewhere. He was looking for an opportunity to put in his notice.
The boss called him into his office. He was pulled up about his timesheets (he claimed for 28 days work while having 4 days off in February, and it wasn't even a leap year) but he pointed out he was following the companies method of doing things, and in the companies own strange way of working out the timesheets, Ken had done nothing wrong.
Then he pulled Ken up for giving a load of typing to the secretaries.
Ken said to him "when we started here we were told to put as much of the typing on to the secretaries as we could to free ourselves up for other work.
"but I'll tell you what. You can take your job, roll it into a tube and shove it up your arse" and walked out.
Rest of office outside in stunned silence loving it.
( , Tue 27 May 2008, 7:45, Reply)
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