Has Anyone Walked out of a Job?
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Was what the right thing to do? Stay there and take his shit? Or did I misunderstand and you did walk out?
At any rate, I have......felt fucking great too. Wasn't ever the most financially sound decision, but things have a way of working out.
I've done it several times actually. The bullshit gets too deep, life is too short.....throw a "Fuck you, I'm out" over your shoulder and walk out the door.
And then go and get drunk that night. :glugglug:
Ace Bandage
The one and only.
No, it's unprofessional.
walked out of my first job in a warehouse because my boss was a cunt. regret the way i did it, but don't miss the job on bit
No. I'm only on my lunch break. Sure, it's been a few years, but I'm waiting for my McDLT.
Ah sho ehm hungry.
Ah sho ehm hungry.
Yeah, once. On a conveyer belt on a line at this packaging plant during peak season. I can't imagine what happened to my trucks that night because that shit was coming crazy fast. :1orglaugh That was when I was right out of high school. It will never happen again now because I have serious dollars to make. I will likely be starting my own business in the near future.
vodkazvictim
Why save the world, when you can rule it?
Yes. Several. No such thing as a job 4 life anymore.
When they asked me to assassinate Chavez I felt the Trilateral Commission had gone too far and allowed their own absolute power to go to their heads in such a way that they were abusing it and making poor choices and as history shows I was right, look how poorly their new man did when he tried to take him out, it was an absolute shit storm of epic proportions and nobody came out of it smelling of roses.
So yes, on that day I walked out and from then on I have been on the run in an attempt to salvage what little power I have left over them - the information in my head and all of the influence and ball swelling power that brings. You see, these are not the kind of people you say no to, ever. They've murdered my family and everyone I've ever been close to just to try to get me to come out of hiding for that one chance they need to get me out of the way. So far I haven't taken the bait, you can't even imagine what it feels like to come home to see your wife brutally beaten, sexually assaulted and then split open from neck to groin, or your only child's brains seeping into the carpet, missing that face you could only remember from your dreams - only then to find out it wasn't your wife and child at all but your neighbours and both you and the wet team had gotten the wrong address, that in fact you do not have any family at all or do you even live on that street. The poor bastard who was actually married to that chick and who fathered that child killed himself a few weeks later over that incident – poor bastard. :1orglaugh
I've had their agents track me through Russia, Somalia and New Jersey; they've tried to kill me on numerous occasions where by sheer luck or skill I've managed to escape with only a few minor injuries. They probably know where I am right now (maybe even reading this post) just waiting for the perfect moment to strike and get their little problem (the information I hold within my cranium) out of the way for good.
But my time isn't over yet my friends. It isn't over yet.....
So yes, on that day I walked out and from then on I have been on the run in an attempt to salvage what little power I have left over them - the information in my head and all of the influence and ball swelling power that brings. You see, these are not the kind of people you say no to, ever. They've murdered my family and everyone I've ever been close to just to try to get me to come out of hiding for that one chance they need to get me out of the way. So far I haven't taken the bait, you can't even imagine what it feels like to come home to see your wife brutally beaten, sexually assaulted and then split open from neck to groin, or your only child's brains seeping into the carpet, missing that face you could only remember from your dreams - only then to find out it wasn't your wife and child at all but your neighbours and both you and the wet team had gotten the wrong address, that in fact you do not have any family at all or do you even live on that street. The poor bastard who was actually married to that chick and who fathered that child killed himself a few weeks later over that incident – poor bastard. :1orglaugh
I've had their agents track me through Russia, Somalia and New Jersey; they've tried to kill me on numerous occasions where by sheer luck or skill I've managed to escape with only a few minor injuries. They probably know where I am right now (maybe even reading this post) just waiting for the perfect moment to strike and get their little problem (the information I hold within my cranium) out of the way for good.
But my time isn't over yet my friends. It isn't over yet.....
StanScratch
My Penis Is Dancing!
I did, once.
It was actually a second job. I was working a bar and grill to get a new computer. I'd gotten the new computer a few months earlier, so the job was becoming less important.
One Saturday evening, all of the kitchen help decided to go on break at the same time, just at the start of the busy time, leaving me to cook all of the orders. Hell of the thing was, I had kept up with the orders - but the waitresses were too busy hanging around with the other kitchen help to pick those orders up.
Head cook guy comes in, looks at the orders. "They're kind of cold. Why are they cold."
I shrugged. "No one's picking up their orders." I swiped all of the orders off the tray with my arm, spilling them on the floor. "Guess we will have to do them again. Fast. Get everybody the fuck in here now."
He did.
I went on break after we caught up. I never did return, despite the frantic calls later that night.
It was actually a second job. I was working a bar and grill to get a new computer. I'd gotten the new computer a few months earlier, so the job was becoming less important.
One Saturday evening, all of the kitchen help decided to go on break at the same time, just at the start of the busy time, leaving me to cook all of the orders. Hell of the thing was, I had kept up with the orders - but the waitresses were too busy hanging around with the other kitchen help to pick those orders up.
Head cook guy comes in, looks at the orders. "They're kind of cold. Why are they cold."
I shrugged. "No one's picking up their orders." I swiped all of the orders off the tray with my arm, spilling them on the floor. "Guess we will have to do them again. Fast. Get everybody the fuck in here now."
He did.
I went on break after we caught up. I never did return, despite the frantic calls later that night.
I walked out of a temp job at a factory one summer while I was still in college. The full-timers thought they could treat me like shit because I was a temp. When they started blaming me for stuff I didn't do, they crossed the line.
But in this economy, you might want to have another job lined up before you throw your current one away.
But in this economy, you might want to have another job lined up before you throw your current one away.
xfire
New Twitter/X @cxffreeman
If you want out do it right. Find a new job, give your two week notice, and then tell them to go fuck themselves. And by telling them to go fuck themselves I mean leaving on good terms and with a good reference. Fucking yourself by actually telling them to fuck themselves isn't smart or mature.
Ace Bandage
The one and only.
Facetious
Moderated
Just remember, if you do decide to walk, don't think for a second that when you interview for your next job you're gonna tell them that you severed your most recent former employer because they were assholes . . . that usually doesn't work out so well. If you must be critical, be as tasteful as possible. :2 cents: Just thinkin ahead for you
:nono: :nono:
:nono: :nono:
Never have, never will, it's too unprofessional. Last job I quit at wal-mart I did turn in my two week notice but by then I had already started with my present job and had already passed through the probatory period so the job was secure by then. So, yes, for about a year and a half I had two jobs, one full time, one part time, worked from 8 a.m. to almost 12 a.m. a couple days in the week then I worked the weekend at wal-mart. It was tough but success is not easy.
meesterperfect
Hiliary 2020
ditto.
and ive also just showed up and did nothing until they fired me..
ive been the subject of a lot of abuse in a few jobs ive had.
oh the shit ive endured.
a lot of people at jobs go out of their way to make someone else miserable because they are stuck there and miserable too.
i always have had the last laugh however.
