People Who Rage Quit A Job Without Thinking Share The Last Straw That Made Them Snap

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Every job comes with frustrating scenarios, irritating coworkers, and overall annoying experiences. Almost everyone has to face off with the negative aspects of their job on the daily. Most of the time, a bad day can be remedied by some deep breaths and a good night’s sleep. However, not every employee is able to shrug off situations in which they become enraged.

These furious workers pulled the ultimate screw-you on their bosses: they rage-quit on the spot. While these may be normal occurrences in most occupations, for these employees, they were the last straws that broke the camels’ backs. These enraged workers took to the Internet to share the workplace scenario that finally made them snap (and most of them don’t regret it).

#1 I’ve Only Got One Job, Now

My insufferable jerk manager followed me after work to my second job because she didn’t believe I had one. She thought I was just using it as an excuse to get out early. My manager at my second job said, “There’s some crazy lady banging on the doors yelling your name.” So I grabbed my uniform from my bag, opened the door, threw it in her face and told her to screw off.

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#2 I’ll Keep My Dignity, Thanks

Call center, inbound sales. They told me I needed to have higher sales numbers and gave me training materials to help me achieve them. It suggested that if the customer wanted only one service we offered, that I add on other services after the call had ended and hope the customer didn’t notice. I questioned this and they said that was how Dave got the highest sales for the past six months and I should follow his example. Yeahhhhh… No.

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#3 Wow, So You’re A Horrible Human

It was a Wednesday. I got a call from my mom when I was at work and she told me that my dad took a turn for the worse. He maybe had a day or two left to live. I immediately went to the company owner and told her the situation, saying I really needed to leave right away since he lived a few hundred miles away. She told me she understood but since I was working on some “important projects”, I should just come in on Saturday since he should be gone by then.

I turned around, walked to my desk, deleted all my personal files from the computer, left my badge and keys on my keyboard, and walked out. My dad passed on Friday, and I turned off my phone that night until the following Wednesday or Thursday while I spent time with my family. I already hated the job and the owner for other reasons and found a new job a few weeks later, so I can’t say I regret anything.

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#4 Why Wouldn’t I Report That?

The director of a preschool I worked at pulled me into her office and, while literally foaming at the mouth, told me I had no business going to my higher up to report suspected child abuse. I walked out, and never looked back. If I’m not mistaken, the preschool is now shut down. My morals are too important for me to stay at a job that completely contradicts them.

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#5 This Is A New Level Of Lazy

My boss did not do payroll before leaving on a business trip and left it to the poor office manager to tell people they weren’t going to get paid on time. I walked out of the staff meeting saying I’d be back when paychecks arrived. By the time I got home, I was mad enough to call my ops manager back and quit. Why didn’t the boss do payroll? According to him, the printer toner cartridge at home was empty. Guess he’d never heard of writing checks with a pen.

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#6 Actually, I’ll Be Working Zero Hours

I worked at Best Buy in high school. Some people from a different store transferred over and one of them took over scheduling from my supervisor. She gave me a total of 10 hours a week down from my usual 30-40. I had to save two checks just to pay for my Cricket phone bill with those hours. I complained to my supervisor about her scheduling and they raised me to about 15 hours.

I couldn’t understand what I had done to get cut so much. When my birthday came close, I reminded her constantly to not schedule me, which shouldn’t have been a problem considering my terrible hours. She told me constantly not to worry. The schedule came out and my birthday ended up being the one day I was scheduled a full eight hours.

I tried to contact her, but the staff answered and they told me she was on vacation so I couldn’t change my schedule. I called to quit that same day. Then, later I find out that the manager who I called when I quit had been stealing money from the store at the moment I called her and was leaving the city. She never told anyone I called to quit.

ScruffMcDuck

#7 That’s Not My Issue

The office building closed at 9 p.m, so everybody except security had to get out by that time. One of my supervisors kept scheduling me until 9:30 pm. I repeatedly brought this up at the end of the night and was always told, “No, that’s just a mistake, you need to leave.” Fast forward three months—I get called into a disciplinary meeting. The reason? I kept “leaving early.”

I had like, eight attendance points from “leaving early” because one of my idiot bosses (who worked in the SAME BUILDING and definitely should have known when it closed) couldn’t figure out how to schedule. I explained my side and they said they’d hold off on any disciplinary action while they looked into it. A couple of days later, they told me they weren’t going to remove those attendance points. I told them to shove it, walked out, and went to a concert with some of my coworkers.

RitterJekyll

#8 I Won’t Do Anything About It

Back in college, I delivered food. I worked all the time and was highly valued. Corporate wanted to have a front staff meeting and the managers didn’t communicate it to the employees, so literally, no one showed up. I was working at the time of the meeting, so I saw the managers get reamed by corporate. They rescheduled the meeting for the following Saturday morning, which happened to be the day after my birthday and one of the few days I had requested off.

I told them I wasn’t going to make the meeting and they got all huffy puffy about how they would have to “do something” if I didn’t come. This happened at the end of my lunch shift and I just said screw it. I called a local pizza shop, set up an interview, and didn’t show up for my evening shift. They called and said, “We can figure something out” and I said, “Nah, I’m good.” I probably could’ve just toughed it out because the managers typically only lasted four months or so, but I just had enough.

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#9 It Was An Emergency, Man

I worked at a call center and got in trouble for going to the bathroom. It was an emergency, so I followed protocol—I finished my call as best as I could, wrote in the team chat that I would be switching to “busy,” and ran to the washroom, which was on the other side of the building. Seriously, one washroom for a building of like, 1,500 employees was not ideal.

I took like, five to 10 minutes tops and when I got back, I put my phone back on and got back in. I was reamed out in front of the entire calling floor because I couldn’t wait for the extra two hours for my assigned 15-minute break. The next day, I was resolved to quit without any notice. I talked to HR and my supervisor and told them that today would be my last day.

OnlyShake

#10 Your Boss Is Beyond Corrupt

I worked at a Best Buy in the mid-’00s. I started out as a cashier and eventually made my way to the customer service booth, which was something you had to earn. One day, it was a bit busier than usual and I was in the booth with another girl who was a notoriously lazy jerk. The boss asked her to jump on a register to clear out a line and she said no.

Then, the boss asked me and I also said no because I was already given another task. The next day, they pulled me into the office and told me I was demoted because I had refused to do what they asked. I walked right to my locker, grabbed my stuff, and left. Turns out, the girl was having relations with the boss and that’s why she was allowed to say no, but I couldn’t.

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#11 He Was The Furthest Thing From Relieving

I worked for a pharmacy for almost two years. We had hired a second replacement pharmacist who requested a weekend off each month. Well, when the pharmacist took his weekend, they filled his shift with a “floating” relief pharmacist. We’ll call him Jim. Jim had been a pharmacist for 40+ years and had his own way of doing everything. Long story short, this guy didn’t keep up on workplace training, new systems, anything.

Instead, he would sit around and work as slowly as possible. When you asked him for anything, he would pretend he didn’t hear you. When the customer would come to pick up their script and it wasn’t filled, he would legitimately blame the person he was working with in front of the customer. I told the main pharmacist if they scheduled me with him again I would be done. They did, so I ghosted that company.

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#12 This “Crybaby” Is Peeling Out

I was 17 years old and working at the local lake. My manager changed the schedule but didn’t tell me, then called to ask where the heck I was. I had worked at the lake for about four months and decided that was the final straw. The first straw was when I was berated for screwing up a boat sticker. I started crying, and, no joke, the woman yelled to the other employees, “WE GOT A CRIER EVERYONE!” She made my life freaking miserable for those few months. The day I quit, I drove to the lake, went past the guardhouse without saying a word, and left all of my shirts at the office.

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#13 Sorry That You Didn’t Train Me…

I needed a summer job while I was in high school, so I applied at a local grocery store. On my first day there, there was some sort of confusion as to what I was supposed to do or to whom I was to report to. I was sent to the front counter where the customer service manager gave me a till and told me to open a register. Mind you, I had ZERO training on a register (I didn’t even know how to put the till in it for heck sake).

I told the lady this and she simply told me to go do my job. Within about two minutes at the register, a huge line formed, and I was just standing there with the till in my hands. The customer service lady came storming over, asking why I had such a huge line. I tried AGAIN to explain to her that I was supposed to be a stocker or whatever and that I knew nothing about operating a register. She called me stupid in front of the customers, so I handed her the till and told her to go screw herself. I walked down the street in my uniform and got a job at another grocery store.

Daxos157

#14 I’m Not Waiting Any Longer

I was interning at a human rights non-profit. I was so happy to be there. However, the people in my specific office were awful. We didn’t start until 10 a.m. and they were always late. I didn’t have a key to the office, either. I always got there an hour early because that’s how the train time lined up. I was fine waiting the hour until 10, but they wouldn’t get in until 11 some days, or even 12. Did they ever notify me when they were going to be late? No. Did I ask them to? Yes. On my last day, it hit 11 and I asked when someone would be there. They said 11:30. That turned to 12. I just left the items I had with me of theirs outside the door and walked away.

dolphinankletattoo

#15 Clean The Place Yourself

I used to work as a housekeeper at a really shady hotel. It wasn’t the best job in the world, but the pay actually wasn’t that bad. The owner and his wife were horrible to everyone, especially the housekeepers. I eventually worked my way to being the head housekeeper, but they kept referring to me as a maid. I don’t know why that bothered me so much, but it did.

Anyway, the rodeo was in town and we were really busy. I had every single room to clean, and none of my other housekeepers were showing up for work. So I asked my boss where they were and he said he gave them the day off. They were all high schoolers and I was 19 at the time. It was summer, so he decided he wanted them to go out and have fun and leave the 65 rooms to me.

I was already mad at that, but then it got worse. I got to about my 15th room. I was exhausted, and I just wanted to get one more room done so I could take a break. I knocked on the door but there was no answer, so I let myself in only to see a man standing naked in the doorway. I apologized and tried to leave when he called me back. He said he wanted me to clean the room.

I told him I couldn’t while he was still there and certainly not while he was naked. He said I had to do it since he was a guest. I went to my boss and explained why I wasn’t cleaning that room. He told me I had to do what the customer said. If he wanted to be naked and in the room, while I cleaned, then that’s what had to happen. I threw my cleaning rag at him, told him to screw off and left the rest of the rooms to him.

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#16 That’s So, So Gross

I worked at a rental car agency for about nine months. I dealt with nasty customers 24/7 who would demean me, cuss me out, or sob. It was exhausting. One day, a customer got upset that we didn’t have a specific make or model of SUV for him, even though SIZE was the only promised vehicle specification for a reservation. He then spit on me, right in my face. My manager escorted him out of the building but didn’t say a word to me. I clocked out and never looked back.

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#17 Take His Butt To Court

I worked as a painter for a franchisee of a student painting company and he kept telling me that he would pay me next week. This went on for about six weeks. The final straw was when I had finished several large projects that gave him ample money to pay me, but he decided to hire on another person instead of paying me for all the work I had already done (like, $1,300 worth of work).

Then, he tried negotiating what he thought he should be paying me, despite already having agreed in writing what I would be getting paid right from the get-go. I was so mad that I didn’t give him notice or even show up for the next day of work because I had bills to pay and needed to make as much money as possible during the summer. I wrote him off as a lost cause and took him to small claims court for what he owed me. Eventually, I got my money through the court. It was still was a pain in the butt though and as far as I know, he’s still working there full-time…

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#18 At Least You Went Out Strong

I was working my first serving job at an Italian restaurant and it was like, three days before Christmas, so every single night we had a full house with at least one huge holiday party. I was working the regular tables and messed up on one dish—I forgot to note that the pasta was supposed to be gluten-free. The owner of the restaurant was a total jerk, but would usually only yell once and be done.

I accepted my first round of yelling in stony silence and continue working. However, every time I went into the kitchen, he’d start right up again. I had two of the sweetest old couples come in that night and BOTH of them told me I was the best waitress they’d ever had. Then, I’d go back I to the kitchen and be told that I should just be a permanent host if I couldn’t write food orders down correctly.

As my last table left and I said goodbye to them, I just knew they were the last table I would ever have at that restaurant. I did my checkout, went up to the front-of-house manager and said I was giving him my two weeks. He told me, “You can’t quit in the middle of the holidays.” So I went to the back-of-house manager and asked him to come to the posted schedule with me. I counted out two weeks of shifts for me, then drew a line all the way through the other shifts and said, “I’m done after that date.” I proceeded to go roll some silverware and do some other closing duties and the owner walked up to me, saying: “Take your stuff and get out.”

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#19 Why Don’t I Just Stop Working?

There was a new assistant manager in the store. She was completely incompetent and was only hired because she was friends with the store manager. After a full month of training, she still did not know how to do her job, and would constantly ask me and other supervisors how to do things. We were all very frustrated, but the SM wasn’t listening to us.

After bringing in religious items into the staff office and refusing to take them away (a lot of our staff was Muslim, and she brought in Christian prayers and would preach to us), I finally got enough courage to say something to the SM. Instead of being understanding and respecting my confidentiality, she told the assistant who had complained. Almost immediately, the assistant started telling all the staff I was stealing. I quit the day I found out.

hesadeadman

#20 I Totally Agree, And Now I Quit

On the fourth consecutive day working unpaid overtime, I was late to work the next day. I got called in for a reprimand about coming in late and I just flew off the handle. Yeah, I was salaried but also the overtime was the result of other people in the company just consistently screwing up and passing the buck to my department to make up for their horrible time-management. Manager: “You know, you do good work, but you can’t keep coming in late, something’s got to change. Other people don’t think it’s fair that you get to come in late.” Me: “You’re absolutely right, I quit.” I hated working in advertising.

metal_monkey80

#21 How Dare You Threaten Me?

I worked at a local fish and chip shop. The job itself was fine. The pay (for a 16-year-old) was quite good too. The owner, however, was unbearable. He constantly insulted me the entire time. Because of that, I was on the fence about whether or not to get another job. On a fairly quiet night, I was listening to Pink Floyd on the radio, when he suddenly turned it off, walked up to me with my phone in his hand, and said something along the lines of, “If I see you using your phone again, I will break it. The music you like, no one else likes.” Following that, I calmly asked if he wanted a two weeks notice, or if I should just leave immediately. Later, the owner asked why I was talking about leaving in front of customers, failing to realize that he was guilty of a similar crime. After I mentioned that, he fired me on the spot.

Christopher-Walking

#22 You Guys Are All Crazy

I worked in a horrible toxic pain clinic and all the nurses would fight over the doctor (who was a jerk and gross). He only hired women, so every new girl was shunned and treated terribly. It was a nightmare. I quit the day when I got shoved from a keyboard when the nurse realized I hadn’t turned the caps-lock off. I walked out on my lunch, blocked their number and never looked back.

CLWsucks

#23 Show A Little Compassion…

After working for 37 years, I requested leave from work to care for my partner who was dying of cancer. I had eight weeks of PTO time and was denied the request, so I quit to care for him in his last month of life. The decision was easy—why would I keep working for a company that clearly did not have any compassion for its employees?

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#24 You’re Killing Someone, And It Won’t Be Me

When I was in between jobs, I applied to work a construction job that needed harness-trained people. I was just coming off working as a solar installer so I figured I’d give it a shot. The first day on the job, they took me up to the top of their scaffolding section to clamp down beams. No biggie. I asked where their walk boards or scaffolding walks were for that floor because all the other floors had walkways whereas this one was just a one-inch beam with three-foot gap and 100+ feet in the air.

They told me they don’t have any. Okay… I’ll deal. After a few hours of grueling work, I depleted my gallon jug of water and was getting dizzy. I called the elevator operator to bring me down. Without missing a beat, he shouted, “Just climb,” and walked off. I climbed down all 14 or so stories on angled beams with no harness while bordering on heat exhaustion. I walked up to the foreman, told him he was going to kill someone and it wasn’t going to be me.

Rap_Cat

#25 So, That Accomplished Nothing

I was a truck unloader at Walmart. We unloaded freight into skids sorted by department number. There were three of us who were new. We were trying to memorize where the department skids were and hauling butt as fast as we could. The store manager came to check in on us and said we weren’t going fast enough. To ‘speed us up,’ he pushed everything that was on rollers onto the floor. I walked over, gave him my badge and left.

hunterred89

#26 Sorry, Auntie, I Can’t Work With Idiots

My aunt got me a job as a tech in a chemical plant. I was young and stupid, and I told the guy who was supposed to train me that I got the job through my aunt. He decided to “haze” me. After the first shift, I almost decked him because he would handily forget to tell me things as well as berate me. During the second shift, it continued and while I was working on a pipe he didn’t close it as he was supposed to do. If I hadn’t been aware of the rumbling and rolled away, I would have been blasted by a jet of boiling steam. I went to the team leader and he said I was overreacting, but he proposed to move me to another shift… I quit instead. My aunt was pretty upset with me until she heard, through the rumor mill, that the guy indeed had done what I said he did.

Finniemc

#27 Keep Running Your Mouth, You Sociopath

I worked on a farm throughout high school for a very wealthy couple. The husband was a successful commercial real estate agent, and the wife trained dogs to do hunt and field tests. I primarily worked for the wife assisting in training the dogs, but I did various things for the husband as well. When his wife was out of town participating in competitions with the dogs, I would have to drive over to the farm multiple times a day to feed the horses, clean out their stalls, etc. I would often run into him, but I tried to avoid it when possible because he made me uncomfortable.

Anyway, I was like 17 and it was summer, so I accidentally slept through my 6 a.m. alarms one morning. I didn’t get to the farm until around 8 a.m. to feed the horses and clean out their stalls (not like it mattered, horses can’t tell time). The husband was there and had been drinking. He started laying into me about being so late. He told me I was trash and if my parents let me oversleep for my job, then they were even worse. I told him he could take care of the horses himself and that I quit.

jereMyOhMy

#28 I’ll Make The Decision For You

On my first job in aircraft maintenance, I worked with a grumpy old dirtbag. I was a completely green apprentice fresh out of school, and the old jerk had no understanding of what his obligations were when taking on an apprentice. He expected me to just already know everything. He’d send me to do jobs unsupervised, wouldn’t provide any instruction or guidance, then get upset if I messed something up.

He chewed me out for taking too long to do stuff. He’d occasionally call me into his office and quiz me on random stuff, then belittle me for not having all the answers, telling me he was going to phone up his “buddies” at the college and tell them how disappointed he was with the quality of their graduates. The guy was a total hypocrite too. He didn’t have current manuals for any of the aircraft, he didn’t properly track parts and hardware, and he took all sorts of shortcuts.

One time, during a windscreen replacement, rather than measuring out the hardener for a sealant, he eyeballed it. The stuff was supposed to set up in a couple of hours, but it hadn’t hardened after three days, so he made me paint over it. We were supposed to cut open and inspect every oil filter we replaced, looking for metal that could indicate a failing engine.

He’d store all the old oil filters on a giant workbench without labeling them, then after a year or two, go inspect them all at once. If any contained metal, there was no way of knowing which aircraft it came from. He got away with being a terrible worker because the Transport Canada inspector responsible for audits in that area was a friend of his, and he’d boast about how audits consisted of them chatting over doughnuts in the break room for three days. Anyway, it was the last day of my probation and he called me into his office to tell me he had a “very difficult decision” about whether to keep me on. I told him I’d make it easy for him and quit on the spot.

el_muerte17

#29 The Customer Isn’t Always Right

I was desperate to pay my rent, so I picked up a cashiering job at Rite Aid. We were a superstore and had everything from cheap clothing to home storage, so we attracted a lot of extreme couponers. I was told I was not allowed to make any exceptions to our coupon policy whatsoever. This was hammered in at every single morning huddle meeting: NO exceptions to our coupon policy.

Fine. It was not my job to ask questions. A lady came through my line with her binder full of coupons and a full cart. I got everything scanned in and she started passing over her coupons. I passed one back and explained she couldn’t use it on her purchase. She passed it back and told me I was wrong. I explained what I just told her and handed her coupon back again.

She took out her cell phone and pulled up our coupon policy, saying: “I want you to read this so you understand your policy.” I pushed her phone back to her and said, “I already understand our policy.” The lady had the audacity to talk to me like a child.

“Read it.”

“No.”

Of course, she raged with her “I demand a manager” spiel, and the whole time we were waiting for the manager, she kept berating me. The manager came up, rang the coupon through, told the customer she was right, and looked at me, saying, “It’s only $0.13 so I’ll just give it to her because it’s not worth arguing.” I looked at my manager and said, “The reason she treats our staff like this is that she knows you’ll give in. If you didn’t break your own policy, you wouldn’t be giving her permission to abuse your staff.”

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#30 Time To Take An Infinite Lunch Break

It was my first “real” office job out of college. It wasn’t a horrible job, but I didn’t particularly love it. It was a long commute, it required some overtime, I wasn’t learning transferable skills, and a handful of the managers rubbed me the wrong way (I was starting to get the inklings of a toxic environment). I had been pondering quitting for a little while, but finally got around to it.

We had our desks arranged in quads for our team—four desks pushed together, with our manager at a desk adjacent to the quad. We brought on some new team members, so our manager rearranged our desks. Somehow, I ended up in the corner of the floor, completely isolated from the rest of my team. Now, I understand that the move itself was not necessarily that horrible, but as I said, the managers had already been rubbing me the wrong way.

I was upset and in a horrible mood, and I already didn’t really like the job, so I just said: “screw it.” I went to lunch and I didn’t come back. I texted my manager that I quit. She tried calling me, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk to her at that moment. I told her we could have a conversation the next day after I cooled down a bit.

The next day, someone from senior management called. He was generally a pretty good guy, so I didn’t mind answering his questions regarding why I just quit so suddenly. We were having a good conversation for about 10 minutes, and then he asked me: “So what are you going to say in future interviews about just leaving at lunch one day and not coming back?” to which I responded, “I mean, I can just say I quit and not tell them the details of how”

His response was, “Well, what about when they call us as a reference?” to which I respond, “Legally, your HR department isn’t allowed to disclose information other than my dates of employment and my position without my consent.” I’m not even sure if this is 100% true, but that’s what I told him anyway. This really angered him—he started cussing me out and said something similar to: “This town isn’t as big as you think, I’m going to make it a nightmare for you to get a job in this town again!!” I hung up on him mid-sentence, chilled for a week, and got another, better job two weeks later.

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#31 Merry Christmas To You!

I worked at a small local shop when I was 17 years old and they said I had to work Christmas Eve, Boxing Day, New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day. I said I wanted to travel to see my father in another country at Christmas, but they refused to give me the time off. I quit the job because family is more important than some menial job. Especially at that age. It turned out that Christmas was the last time I saw my dad as he died a few months later.

Lady_Lavelle

#32 That Was Definitely Worth Quitting For

I was 21 years old, working at UPS as a truck loader for my first year. I became the fastest loader in the warehouse. Once they promoted me to a supervisor position, they transferred my manager to a different warehouse and didn’t say why. I worked as a supervisor for a year and once peak season arrived, things were getting crazy.

My manager was just a “yes man” to his boss. He never helped solve issues; he’d just say “figure it out” or “just get it done.” Well, in November, my best friend and I had won a World Series of Beer Pong satellite tourney to get free entry and stay at the Flamingo in Vegas for the Tournament. It was worth $600 in total. The tournament was during peak season, and it was usually impossible to get time off during that time.

I looked at this tournament as a once in a lifetime opportunity with my best friend. Things were just getting so crazy and they weren’t approving any vacation requests. I wasn’t getting assistance from my boss with the workload so I just said screw it. I came to find out that my manager, his boss, and four other managers got fired for changing time cards to make their productions numbers look better. That’s why they shipped my cool manager away because he wouldn’t participate in the dirty deeds. My best friend and I placed 46th out of 500 teams. It was one of the best memories I have to this day. No regrets.

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#33 Hey Super-Genius, You’re An Idiot

I used to work in R&D at a laser eye surgery treatment center and we hired a third guy onto our team. This kid thought he was some kind of genius—he was super arrogant and completely inappropriate to female members of staff. Over the course of a year or so, he managed to break multiple pieces of expensive medical equipment (some costing $500,000).

Every time he messed something up, my teammate or I had to fix it. They spoke about getting rid of him for a while but just never did. When he broke the laser for the third time, the exact same way, I snapped. I gave him the death stare, went to my office, emailed my manager and told her I quit. They fired him the month after I left. I came to visit and my colleague was drowning in work with a trainee.

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#34 Dang, You Went Out With A Bang

I was 18 years old. I took a year off between high school and university to work and save money. I had a part-time job at a self-serve gas station to earn a little spending cash as almost all of my earnings were going to university savings. A new assistant manager started, and she instantly had a hate-on for me. Every time I talked to her, she tried to pressure me into taking shifts that interfered with my full-time job. When I would decline, she’d say that I wasn’t a “team player.”

Two months after the new assistant manager started, I got in a car crash. It wasn’t my fault, I T-boned a lady who ran a red light, and the lady barely managed to get her car to the local police station. While I was at the police station, the new assistant manager called to ask me if I could come into work two hours early. I apologized and said, “No, sorry, I can only come in for my regular start time.”

The assistant manager FREAKED OUT. She started berating me over the phone, and I had no time for any of it, so I just hung up. I showed up at work five minutes before my regular time, storming in the customer entrance rather than the employee entrance. I slammed my key on the counter in front of a couple of customers, told her I was in a bad not-at-fault accident and when she called, and that I refused to work another minute for that company as long as she was an assistant manager there.

SW_Shadow

#35 I Used To Be The Best

Earlier in my career in residential HVAC, I thought it would be a good idea to branch out a little; to “add some tools to my toolbag,” so-to-speak. So I took a position as a lead installer at a smaller company. It wasn’t particularly bad, it just wasn’t in my wheelhouse and I realized I’d prefer working in the service department.

My manager knew I wanted to transfer, but wouldn’t let me despite my prior experience. Instead, he hired another tech. Now, part of the reason I didn’t want to do installations anymore was because of the salesmen. They were idiots. The concept of a tape measure was completely lost on them, and there were times they’d overpromise at the expense of me and my assistant.

One day, the residential salesman had us install the wrong type of evaporator coil in an attic without taking any measurements beforehand. It didn’t fit between the joists and when I asked for someone to come help, I was told to use my imagination. We managed to get it done, sort of, but at 5:30 p.m. it literally fell apart.

I was apoplectic—I called the salesman and unloaded on him. We hacked it together just enough, and we left. The next morning at the shop, the salesman tried talking to me, and I quit on the spot. He said that we had a meeting with a Lennox rep and urged us to reconsider. He must’ve thought I agreed because when I went to turn in my time sheet in the meeting room, he began to introduce me as the lead installer. I smiled and said, “Not anymore.”

drone42

#36 Okay, That’s Freaking Disgusting

For a couple of summers during college, I was a dishwasher at a local youth correctional facility. The job sucked, but the pay was really awesome and I was able to get free food. Most of the staff really didn’t give a heck about the job and the kitchen was always gross. For example, the industrial dishwasher we had was almost never cleaned before I got there. They would clean it maybe twice a month when the supervisor would bother with an inspection.

The dishwasher was like a mini car wash—you would put the plates on a conveyor belt and they would go through each section before coming out. That meant all the gunk, all the leftover food on the plates (that were usually not even completely cleared off) wasn’t really cleared off. This was doubly true with those plastic cafeteria trays because the curves on the tray (especially the back) were perfect for collecting gunk.

I was completely grossed out by this. I would always clean the dishwasher before I left, which was super tedious, but completely worth it. It would even work better when taken care of properly. Fast forward to a college break: I decided to pick up a couple of shifts to make some quick cash. It was a regular day and at the end of my shift, I cleaned out the dishwasher and immediately regretted that decision.

Taking apart the dishwasher was tedious and there were a lot of different compartments to it. The most important part to clean was the area where all the trash would go, which was like a gutter at the bottom of the machine. As I get closer down to this gutter, I could smell that it hadn’t been cleaned in a while. I took a deep breath, undid the hatch and was immediately hit with literally the worst thing I’d ever smelled.

I can’t even really put into words how awful the smell was. I immediately threw up, didn’t even have time to gag or process what the heck was happening. I freaking hightailed it out of there and my coworkers asked if I was okay, to which I answered with a resounding, “What the heck!” When I asked when the last time someone actually did a thorough clean of the dishwasher, one guy shrugged and said probably when I cleaned it last, WHICH WAS ON THANKSGIVING BREAK. I just left after that, without saying a word.

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#37 Nope, That’s Not Happening

I went through several interviews and started a new gig. I was to provide call center support for Windows, as well as some Apple support. Nothing I couldn’t handle. I am, after all, IT support. I got a start date and was told I’d have two weeks of training. No big deal. I showed up on day one of training, and… it was support for Whirlpool washing machines and driers.

That’s right. CLASSIC bait and switch. I got up, walked over to my hiring manager and said, “I quit. You hired me for Windows support. NOT washing machines and dryers.” Two weeks later I got a call:

“Hey, this is your manager. I’m calling to find out why you haven’t come to work in two weeks.”

“I guess you didn’t get that memo. I quit on day one. Because your company lied to me.”

I got an $80 paycheck. About seven years later, I got a letter in the mail that a class action lawsuit had been filed against the company for labor law violations. Two months after that, I got an $0.08 check in the mail. I giggled.

aythrea

#38 Screw You, Rich Morons

I did super fancy hotel housekeeping. After getting yelled at by a fat ugly witch on the expensive floor for not having more than one elevator, I found that she had wiped her #2 on all the towels in the bathroom, not touching the toilet paper. I set the soiled towels on her bed, then punched out and found another job two days later. Wealthy people are seriously some of the worst folks I’ve ever freaking met.

ukkosreidet

#39 What Goes Around, Comes Around

Dell had me train my replacements but told me I was getting my own sales team to train. I was one of their top salespeople for a year. Half-way through the two-week training, I found out they laid off my entire team and that I was next. I told my manager he could go screw himself and quit that day… But right before, I told all the new hires and many of them to quit too. They were being paid hourly, whereas I was on salary and commission.

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#40 This Quitting Tale Is Iconic

When I was in high school, I worked as a flower shop clown. I stood at the side of the road, holding a fifteen-pound sign, waving at traffic to entice them to buy flowers. On my second weekend, four bros in a red Chevette kept driving by every 10 minutes or so, honking and flipping me off. Fine, whatever. They disappeared for about 45 minutes, then came back and hucked a Wendy’s Frosty at me (thankfully, they missed).

They went around the block and came at me again. I threw the sign, frisbee style at their car. It smashed the passenger door and broke the window. The driver dynamited the brakes and came to a screeching halt, then the four guys got out, obviously wanting to fight me. Keep in mind, I was wearing a clown suit. They were chasing me across the parking lot of the mall, and I ran past the two security idiots at the entrance.

I ran inside, into the flower shop, went into the back. I got changed, took my wig off, and told the manager I quit. As I was walking out the door, they were still screaming at the security guards and the cops had shown up. I then got a call that afternoon saying that my paycheque was being held up because of the damage to the Chevette. I was also banned from the mall. No regrets.

Imprezzed

#41 Thanks For The Lack Of Humanity

I was working in some terrible Mexican restaurant downtown. The tips were bad because the food was bad, so we were barely ever busy. I lived in NYC at the time and made barely $400 a week. At some point, my mom told me she had to have open heart surgery to repair a valve. It’s a risky procedure and my mother is touching 65.

I went to my manager and gave her a basic breakdown of the situation. I told her I needed four days off so I could be with my family. She said no problem, but just to play it safe, I sent emails and texts to her to confirm that I indeed had those days off. She agreed. I thought, cool, no problem. Well, I was dead wrong. Three days before the surgery, the schedule for the week came out and I was scheduled through the entire week.

I immediately went to my manager and asked what the heck was up. The woman had the nerve to say I didn’t request any time off at all! When I showed her my paper trail stating that yes, I did put in a request, she said, “What difference does it make if you’re there? The surgery is going to have an outcome whether you’re there or not.” I said nothing and walked right out the door.

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#42 You’re An Absolute Genius

I was working for a company that didn’t consider IT a real department. There were lots of things leading up to this, but the last straw was an announcement that a satellite office was being shut down. The IT department found out about this at the same time as the rest of the company… MONTHS after the decision had been made. Nobody told us anything. The change would involve obscene amounts of extra travel, hours, and stress as we accommodated the moves, the infrastructure, and everything else involved. I left in the middle of the announcement. Follow-up: My boss, the CFO threatened to fire me if I didn’t do the work. But he couldn’t fire someone who already quit. Then, the CEO called me back to negotiate. I agreed to come back for six months if I got a 25% raise for myself and my entire team. After six months, I left and they laid off everyone else.

dystopianview

#43 Well, You’re A Complete And Total Jerk

I worked for a restaurant for two weeks that refused to teach me anything. One day, at the daily pre-meal meeting, my boss told me that I was a “complete and total jerk.” I waited until they got busy that night, then went the heck home and never came back.

LeeDawg24

#44 Goodnight, Idiot

I started work in a bar in town and was told to be at work at 7 p.m. for my first shift with the manager. I went home and had a cat nap, then at 5 p.m., my new manager called me asking where the heck I was. I referred him to my timesheet which stated I was to be in at 7 p.m., to which he told me, “The timesheet doesn’t freaking matter, you do what I tell you.” Hearing this, I politely told him that I would not be in tonight or ever.

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#45 I’ll Be On Medical Leave Forever

I was working at a local bike shop at the time and had a minorish surgery. The shop called me and told me I NEEDED to come in because another mechanic called in sick. They were aware of my surgery and just didn’t care. I quit during that phone conversation.

HolyFishKnight

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