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What was the defining moment that made you quit a job?
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I got an alert from my phone asking if I wanted to program my work location as my home address in the GPS application.
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I worked at a place where we were about to do something that was not in our client's best interests. I mentioned this to my boss and he straight up said "Screw them." I left work early that day and never went back.
That guy got fired about 3 months later for sleeping in his office.
That guy got fired about 3 months later for sleeping in his office.
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Pretty much 95% of jobs aren't worth it, we just work because we have to 
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I've been in multiple jobs where they were under-staffed. Bosses/CEO's didn't want to hire, or if they were, they weren't in any hurry to do so, so there were multiple people, including me, that were doing two different types of work for one company. No additional pay, sometimes stuck with that dreaded "mandatory overtime" for an hour or two either due to being backed up, or waiting on another department to finish their shit. You get to a point where you just say "fuck it" and leave for something better.
This seems to be the norm these days... hire ups having their heads up their asses believing everything is honkey-dorey, meanwhile half of their staff is drowning with no life savers and a few casualties (i.e. people quitting) to boot.
This seems to be the norm these days... hire ups having their heads up their asses believing everything is honkey-dorey, meanwhile half of their staff is drowning with no life savers and a few casualties (i.e. people quitting) to boot.
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I got a bit of a good one.
I worked at a place for a few years until they had some big merger with a competitor (read as hostile takeover). Got to watch in real time as each branch got run into the ground ending with everyone getting let go.
So eventually the time came for me, and the corporate guy asked if I was willing to ger re-hired after the "restructure" was done. Not only would it be wiping the slate clean as if I hadn't worked for them for years, but reduced pay from what I was making, no benefits, mandatory unreimbursed travel and was expected to take a role training new employees with a new worthless title that came with no perks or benefits. Golly gee what a deal!
I get it, they wanted me to quit (probably to rat-fuck me on unemployment). But I can't help but look back and think about how I would have preferred not wasting my time and straight up just tell me "we don't want you to work here anymore".
I worked at a place for a few years until they had some big merger with a competitor (read as hostile takeover). Got to watch in real time as each branch got run into the ground ending with everyone getting let go.
So eventually the time came for me, and the corporate guy asked if I was willing to ger re-hired after the "restructure" was done. Not only would it be wiping the slate clean as if I hadn't worked for them for years, but reduced pay from what I was making, no benefits, mandatory unreimbursed travel and was expected to take a role training new employees with a new worthless title that came with no perks or benefits. Golly gee what a deal!
I get it, they wanted me to quit (probably to rat-fuck me on unemployment). But I can't help but look back and think about how I would have preferred not wasting my time and straight up just tell me "we don't want you to work here anymore".
Billy Beer
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A good friend of mine was fired because their manager fucked up and needed a scape goat. They were fired on the Friday, my notice went in on Monday.
Said manager lasted a few months, but two of the best suppliers pulled their business because my mate was fired.
Said manager lasted a few months, but two of the best suppliers pulled their business because my mate was fired.
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got a job at a fast food place and on the first day i experienced from co-workers:
being told by someone their life story about how they were only working here because they had a record for selling drugs
being told that if i did drugs i should wait until i've been working there for a week or two before doing them on break time
being asked strange sex-related personal questions
didn't stay longer than a week, not worth being around that for a fast food job when it's trivial to just get the same level of job literally anywhere else
being told by someone their life story about how they were only working here because they had a record for selling drugs
being told that if i did drugs i should wait until i've been working there for a week or two before doing them on break time
being asked strange sex-related personal questions
didn't stay longer than a week, not worth being around that for a fast food job when it's trivial to just get the same level of job literally anywhere else
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Worked as a line cook in a truck stop. My mother had a stroke, it didn’t look good, the doctor told my sister and I we might want to prepare to say our goodbyes to her. I called my boss from the hospital, crying, telling her what was going on, that I was going to stay the night there and wouldn’t be in. Cunt accused me of playing hooky and asked if I planned on being there next shift or leave her in a bind like tonight.
I was livid. No call no showed the rest of the week. Came in to get my final paycheck and told her exactly what I thought of her which made her run away to the smoking area to cry.
I was livid. No call no showed the rest of the week. Came in to get my final paycheck and told her exactly what I thought of her which made her run away to the smoking area to cry.
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Lol. About 75 years ago, I voluntarily suffered a brief (3w, maybe?) & uniquely horrible stint in Retail Hell.
It was a laughably self-aggrandizing company that pimped shitty import women's professional & biz casual attire, so illustrious that it was situated in the local fuckin shopping mall, lol.
TL;DR: Fuckin mall retail, man...
It was a laughably self-aggrandizing company that pimped shitty import women's professional & biz casual attire, so illustrious that it was situated in the local fuckin shopping mall, lol.
The experience & observation was perpetual bewilderment. Literally everything about working there was certifiably insane. The level of unwarranted megalomania that bled down from corporate into the low-level managers was so palpable that I spent most of my shifts in open rebellion & uncontrollable laughter.
This place was so heavily regimented in every way.. It was brutally & immediately apparent to me, even then as a retard teenager, that I was not going to last very long in this micro-DPRK dictatorship, lolol. I kind of decided to keep going back just out of morbid curiosity. It was truly fucking amazing. I've long forgotten most of the litany of tyrannical dogshit this place unloaded on people, lol, but the bullet points that do remain:
I saw co-workers publicly chastised & promptly -written up- (?!?) for egregious fuckups like 'improper creases' as they folded & stacked shirts on display shelves. Clocking in or out at any time that wasn't a precise :00, :15 or :30 (
). I even saw one chick catch shit for never buying or wearing to her shifts, any of the shitty child labor camp clothing they sold there, which 'was poor product promotion', This turbocringey verbal beatdown was followed by an a 5m browbeating about 'taking advantage of the company's generous 15% employee discount'..
Whenever I tried to initiate any kind of dialogue with another wageslave, all of them within earshot would hiss at me to "Stop, we aren't supposed to do that!" And when I'd persist (in the name of the fuckin science project this job was to me) everyone in my radius would vacate. Just.. Dude..
And OMG my favorite: If you weren't actually scheduled, you were "On-Call". Not "Off". Off was not a thing. They insisted that if their weekly screed didn't have you chiseled-in as to be physically situated in their rented retail box, then your personal time didn't actually belong to you & was absolutely negligible if a manager deigned to summon you into the jaws of polyester death at any time. This shit was without question, the thing I found the most amusing of all. Lol, fuck outta here, I'm playing Playstation. Forever. Eat my dick. Choke on it. Lol.
On a deeper level, aside from how I viewed it all as pure comedy, the only thing more disturbing than all of the draconian mandates, & even more than these capable adult women who put up with that unmanageable amount of bullshit (for something like $5.15/hr, btw) -some of them for years, even- was the unironic, unflinching nature of all the little automaton capos that ran the place. All of which were women in their early 20s, meting out all this psychological abuse without a glimmer of guilt. All of them. Zero hint of awareness as to how wholly rétarded all of it was. It was fucking creepy. Like Grown Folks of the Corn creepy.a
SO! What was the thing that did me in, you're asking? Lol. Peak rétard for me was achieved when they finally tried to wrangle me after those few weeks of absolute refusal to fall in line,
I was beckoned into a back room to put my signature on a writeup for "reporting for a shift in 'OUT-OF-SEASON' wardrobe.
Science Project = OVA. Right there. That was my shortbus stop.
I laughed myself into a coughing fit while the manajerk sat there dumbfounded. Through these lol-spasms, I scribbled something on the sigline that definitely contained the word "fuck", then got up, walked out to the center of the store, raised both birds high & started doing Miss America waves with them as I made my grand exit. It was at least half an hour before I got a handle on the laughter, though.
That was far from the last retail job I'd ever hold, but now as a grownup with a few degrees behind me & a long career in the "professional world" of white collarcucks, I'm happy to say that place was the outlier. I've never seen anything close to that level of faggotry in any job ever since. And trust me; I have had more than a few jobs that were total guttertrash.
It also shaped the adult I grew up to be, as a person stuck working retail just about'd have to punch one of my kittycats in the face to invoke my inner Karen. And I'm happy to have turned out like that.
/end textwall.
This place was so heavily regimented in every way.. It was brutally & immediately apparent to me, even then as a retard teenager, that I was not going to last very long in this micro-DPRK dictatorship, lolol. I kind of decided to keep going back just out of morbid curiosity. It was truly fucking amazing. I've long forgotten most of the litany of tyrannical dogshit this place unloaded on people, lol, but the bullet points that do remain:
I saw co-workers publicly chastised & promptly -written up- (?!?) for egregious fuckups like 'improper creases' as they folded & stacked shirts on display shelves. Clocking in or out at any time that wasn't a precise :00, :15 or :30 (
). I even saw one chick catch shit for never buying or wearing to her shifts, any of the shitty child labor camp clothing they sold there, which 'was poor product promotion', This turbocringey verbal beatdown was followed by an a 5m browbeating about 'taking advantage of the company's generous 15% employee discount'..Whenever I tried to initiate any kind of dialogue with another wageslave, all of them within earshot would hiss at me to "Stop, we aren't supposed to do that!" And when I'd persist (in the name of the fuckin science project this job was to me) everyone in my radius would vacate. Just.. Dude..
And OMG my favorite: If you weren't actually scheduled, you were "On-Call". Not "Off". Off was not a thing. They insisted that if their weekly screed didn't have you chiseled-in as to be physically situated in their rented retail box, then your personal time didn't actually belong to you & was absolutely negligible if a manager deigned to summon you into the jaws of polyester death at any time. This shit was without question, the thing I found the most amusing of all. Lol, fuck outta here, I'm playing Playstation. Forever. Eat my dick. Choke on it. Lol.
On a deeper level, aside from how I viewed it all as pure comedy, the only thing more disturbing than all of the draconian mandates, & even more than these capable adult women who put up with that unmanageable amount of bullshit (for something like $5.15/hr, btw) -some of them for years, even- was the unironic, unflinching nature of all the little automaton capos that ran the place. All of which were women in their early 20s, meting out all this psychological abuse without a glimmer of guilt. All of them. Zero hint of awareness as to how wholly rétarded all of it was. It was fucking creepy. Like Grown Folks of the Corn creepy.a
SO! What was the thing that did me in, you're asking? Lol. Peak rétard for me was achieved when they finally tried to wrangle me after those few weeks of absolute refusal to fall in line,
I was beckoned into a back room to put my signature on a writeup for "reporting for a shift in 'OUT-OF-SEASON' wardrobe.
Science Project = OVA. Right there. That was my shortbus stop.
I laughed myself into a coughing fit while the manajerk sat there dumbfounded. Through these lol-spasms, I scribbled something on the sigline that definitely contained the word "fuck", then got up, walked out to the center of the store, raised both birds high & started doing Miss America waves with them as I made my grand exit. It was at least half an hour before I got a handle on the laughter, though.
That was far from the last retail job I'd ever hold, but now as a grownup with a few degrees behind me & a long career in the "professional world" of white collarcucks, I'm happy to say that place was the outlier. I've never seen anything close to that level of faggotry in any job ever since. And trust me; I have had more than a few jobs that were total guttertrash.
It also shaped the adult I grew up to be, as a person stuck working retail just about'd have to punch one of my kittycats in the face to invoke my inner Karen. And I'm happy to have turned out like that.
/end textwall.
TL;DR: Fuckin mall retail, man...
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Once worked in organizational development and training at a public transit agency, first "real" job after retiring from the military.
By the time I'd been there thirty days felt like I'd been there twenty years. Boss was an insecure, micromanaging bitch who, as we heard, was being run around on by her boyfriend. It was obvious she didn't trust her people, and I resolved to leave.
At the sixty-day mark was actively looking for something else. Had met a guy at the transit agency, we became pals. One day he asked me about working somewhere else. Told him I was quite amenable.
Pal quit, went to work for a big IT company. I followed him over, after an interview with the prospective new boss over lunch at a barbecue place.
Bitch at the transit agency did me a solid, though. Gave her resignation letter effective two weeks out. She asked me if I could leave the next day. Was very happy to do so, started making much more money that much sooner.
By the time I'd been there thirty days felt like I'd been there twenty years. Boss was an insecure, micromanaging bitch who, as we heard, was being run around on by her boyfriend. It was obvious she didn't trust her people, and I resolved to leave.
At the sixty-day mark was actively looking for something else. Had met a guy at the transit agency, we became pals. One day he asked me about working somewhere else. Told him I was quite amenable.
Pal quit, went to work for a big IT company. I followed him over, after an interview with the prospective new boss over lunch at a barbecue place.
Bitch at the transit agency did me a solid, though. Gave her resignation letter effective two weeks out. She asked me if I could leave the next day. Was very happy to do so, started making much more money that much sooner.
cummytummies
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I woke up to an alarm clock and thought "I value three more hours of sleep more than I value my job."
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I worked in an office. It was the very beginning of the pandemic. My coworkers were asking our boss a lot of questions like whether we'd be paid of we had to quarantine, if we could work from home, etc. Reasonable enough, but our boss seemed to think we had an "attitude" about it and didn't have answers for us (told us to "tell the government" if we get sick). After my coworker didn't answer an unrelated question of his cheerfully enough, he started cursing us out. He told us he's sick of the attitude, told us we should be grateful we have jobs, and said if we have a problem with it, then quit. So I quit.
I was already severely underpaid, the company was having trouble paying their bills, some people's paychecks were bouncing. I can't give too many details, but this job sucked. Being told I should be grateful for it, like I should feel indebted to them that they deemed me worthy of working there, it infuriated me. Everyone there was looking for a new job and our turnover was crazy. They should be grateful we all didn't get up and walk out.
I think if you want to quit, then quit. This is the best time to do it. Everyone is desperate. When I got my current job, they didn't care why I left my last job, they didn't even ask for references. They just needed a person. Walking out in anger wouldn't have gone so easily had I done this earlier. Now's your chance.
I was already severely underpaid, the company was having trouble paying their bills, some people's paychecks were bouncing. I can't give too many details, but this job sucked. Being told I should be grateful for it, like I should feel indebted to them that they deemed me worthy of working there, it infuriated me. Everyone there was looking for a new job and our turnover was crazy. They should be grateful we all didn't get up and walk out.
I think if you want to quit, then quit. This is the best time to do it. Everyone is desperate. When I got my current job, they didn't care why I left my last job, they didn't even ask for references. They just needed a person. Walking out in anger wouldn't have gone so easily had I done this earlier. Now's your chance.
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You got a side hustle you enjoy? If you turn to that and make money off of it, you should quit your job and make it your main one.
That, or learn to invest in stocks / crypto.
That, or learn to invest in stocks / crypto.
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Finding a job I liked after doing everything in my power to not work and behave like a responsible, functioning adult.
Then working hard, getting promoted, liking the lifestyle afforded to normal people who work hard, save money, do everything like your supposed to.
And then going to jail over complete bullshit. 2 weeks later, fired for un excused absences.
Before they officially cut ties, they gave me the privilege to finish out the week and train my replacement.
Fuck it. Left everything where it stood. Now you're all a week behind in everything.
Fuck you, u sort it out.
Then working hard, getting promoted, liking the lifestyle afforded to normal people who work hard, save money, do everything like your supposed to.
And then going to jail over complete bullshit. 2 weeks later, fired for un excused absences.
Before they officially cut ties, they gave me the privilege to finish out the week and train my replacement.
Fuck it. Left everything where it stood. Now you're all a week behind in everything.
Fuck you, u sort it out.
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After being stuck working every Sunday for 2 years.
Even volunteered to work 6 days a week if I could just have Sundays off. But no
They hire some new former junkie and he doesn't have to work Sundays because he "likes to go to church"
Even volunteered to work 6 days a week if I could just have Sundays off. But no
They hire some new former junkie and he doesn't have to work Sundays because he "likes to go to church"
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Was in some shitty call centre. They advertised internally for a software position. There was only really me and one other guy who had any chance whatsoever. Talked to him on break, they turned him down for having shit attendance. Figured I was a shoe in.
Turns out my faggot line manager never handed over my application, most likely because I was the top seller on the floor. Immediately quit. Fuck you, you were never going to keep me selling bullshit to senile grannies, even if I was good at it.
Was still on 3 months probation which they did for all new hires, on the last week. Told that slimy line manager cunt in front of the whole office that the company had failed it's probation and I was leaving. I know it sounds like bullshit but I got a standing ovation from the entire floor as I left. They all wished they could do the same thing.
Turns out my faggot line manager never handed over my application, most likely because I was the top seller on the floor. Immediately quit. Fuck you, you were never going to keep me selling bullshit to senile grannies, even if I was good at it.
Was still on 3 months probation which they did for all new hires, on the last week. Told that slimy line manager cunt in front of the whole office that the company had failed it's probation and I was leaving. I know it sounds like bullshit but I got a standing ovation from the entire floor as I left. They all wished they could do the same thing.
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My grandmother died and I took the standard 3 days bereavement time as stated in HR policy. I get back and they the big boss tells me she isn't paying me for the time because I didn't plan the funeral, the time is only for funeral planning and, besides, some people don't really even love their grandparents in some cases, so it would just be free time off for no reason.
I found that rationale to be so disgusting and removed from anything resembling basic human compassion that I was soured on the whole company and left soon after.
I was even more upset that she was right. I didn't give a shit about that daffy old cunt and just wanted 3 days off, but that was hardly the point.
I found that rationale to be so disgusting and removed from anything resembling basic human compassion that I was soured on the whole company and left soon after.
I was even more upset that she was right. I didn't give a shit about that daffy old cunt and just wanted 3 days off, but that was hardly the point.
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There's a reason for why people are becoming less trusting in people.
Sounds like you're just bitter over not exploiting someones kindness.