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Well, tell us about them. Don't leave us hanging.
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I've only ever walked out of jobs I hated/weren't working out.
But I will tell one of those stories:
Worked at a nursing home in the kitchen at one place.
My mom also worked there as an intern of sorts: she was being trained to run her own facility and this was kind of like her doctor's residency.
Got the job through my Mom, but the guy who ran the kitchen was a dick.
Told my Mom he was a dick, she thought I must be the dick because "he's nice to me".
I worked there all summer one year and fucking hated it.
I put my two week in at the end of the summer, and this fucking asshole continues to schedule me beyond my two week.
I went into his office to ask him why I was still being scheduled and he said "Hey, don't burn your bridges".
I told my mom about this and she finally realized "Oh, I guess he IS the dick".
I stayed on until my last legitimate day and then just didn't come back.
I guess technically I didn't walk out, but I also technically did.
But I will tell one of those stories:
Worked at a nursing home in the kitchen at one place.
My mom also worked there as an intern of sorts: she was being trained to run her own facility and this was kind of like her doctor's residency.
Got the job through my Mom, but the guy who ran the kitchen was a dick.
Told my Mom he was a dick, she thought I must be the dick because "he's nice to me".
I worked there all summer one year and fucking hated it.
I put my two week in at the end of the summer, and this fucking asshole continues to schedule me beyond my two week.
I went into his office to ask him why I was still being scheduled and he said "Hey, don't burn your bridges".
I told my mom about this and she finally realized "Oh, I guess he IS the dick".
I stayed on until my last legitimate day and then just didn't come back.
I guess technically I didn't walk out, but I also technically did.
I legit did today jfc.
Went as far as to tell the 2nd in command at job I fucking quit but he bought me cigs and told me to cool off.
Going back to work in AM....
I was working at a pharmacy that will remain unnamed, in part because the chain doesn't exist any more, and the other pharmacist was such a nightmare to work with, I considered leaving at lunchtime (yes, I did get one) on the first day and not coming back.
Two months later, I considered committing suicide by automobile en route to work, and gave my notice that day. At least I was kind enough to do that, I guess.
Several years later, my boss at the time said that he called that store just to verify that I had worked there, and the store manager, who did not work in the pharmacy, gave my boss a total earful about this guy - "pompous ass", etc.
Two months later, I considered committing suicide by automobile en route to work, and gave my notice that day. At least I was kind enough to do that, I guess.
Several years later, my boss at the time said that he called that store just to verify that I had worked there, and the store manager, who did not work in the pharmacy, gave my boss a total earful about this guy - "pompous ass", etc.
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I got a job during the summer at this shitty place. Many of the people were hostile and angry. Most of the equipment was constantly fucked up, and none of the tech people were ever around to fix it. I quickly left for another company because I already lost my mind working there. It was the most dysfunctional place I had ever worked at.
Yeah. I have. The jerk I was working for still refuses to pay the child support.
Your child support, or someone else's?
I think there was a pretty long list. Hell of a job. I'll never look at dolphins the same way again. But on the upside, I'm just now able to see a jar of Smuckers without falling to the floor of the grocery screaming. Don't let anyone tell you that insulin induced comas are outdated quack medicine.
Dude, I was going to type out my story about working at a nursing home kitchen too. I guess working at a place like that is universally shitty.
When I worked in the kitchen, my family member had already been working there for years and was basically hated by everyone. So, of course, that means everyone hated me by association. My first few days were people talking shit about that family member to me. Idk what I expected, job drove my mental health down the tubes. I was treated like horse shit by the people who ran the kitchen. I kept getting told I was too slow and my hours were cut down to like 6 hours a week. I just stopped showing up and didn't even come back to get my last pay check.
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You should get the paycheck. You worked for that money.
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My first job was a telemarketing charity scam. My dad was friends with the man who ran the call center in our area, and he had an opening. Not like I had anything else going on at the time, so I took the opportunity. I had no idea it was a scam until I was given training.
There was a three-page-long script, the first being the initial sales pitch. The other two pages are responses I should use if/when the victim responded, and a whole section on it being legitimate, citing charity laws and cold calling, stuff like that. I was bad at it. I've never been good at convincing people of doing anything, let alone giving credit card details over the phone.
Long story short, I lasted there for two years until I quit when a co-worker was arrested for dropping his meth pipe in the office and the manager called the cops.
There was a three-page-long script, the first being the initial sales pitch. The other two pages are responses I should use if/when the victim responded, and a whole section on it being legitimate, citing charity laws and cold calling, stuff like that. I was bad at it. I've never been good at convincing people of doing anything, let alone giving credit card details over the phone.
Long story short, I lasted there for two years until I quit when a co-worker was arrested for dropping his meth pipe in the office and the manager called the cops.
A lot of those unclaimed-money recipients are indeed people who never picked up a paycheck.
I've quit/left a few wagecuck jobs when I was younger, mainly due to them being complete shitty enviroments.
"I need you to do this"
"tries to do it but the equipment is missing or it is broken"
"Go ask x for the equipment"
"X tells me he doesn't have it, go ask the same person again"
"Go back to same person"
"I don't have time to deal with this"
So I just went okay and left and never went back, I didn't give a shit when I was younger as they were shitty jobs right after school and it's easy enough to sit on your ass for a few weeks and spew out your CV to a few companies and get a new one and start work the next month.
I did quit a job that I liked once but that was due to them getting out of London and relocating up North, they offered a pretty good relocation package that was very generous, I sort of regretted it at first not going but after I found a new job I didn't.
"I need you to do this"
"tries to do it but the equipment is missing or it is broken"
"Go ask x for the equipment"
"X tells me he doesn't have it, go ask the same person again"
"Go back to same person"
"I don't have time to deal with this"
So I just went okay and left and never went back, I didn't give a shit when I was younger as they were shitty jobs right after school and it's easy enough to sit on your ass for a few weeks and spew out your CV to a few companies and get a new one and start work the next month.
I did quit a job that I liked once but that was due to them getting out of London and relocating up North, they offered a pretty good relocation package that was very generous, I sort of regretted it at first not going but after I found a new job I didn't.
I was feeling the same way at my last job.
Company was poorly run, pay was shit, and new employees didn't even last a month before they already got sick of the job and moved on.
Company was poorly run, pay was shit, and new employees didn't even last a month before they already got sick of the job and moved on.
BTW, that pharmacist also criticized me for being nice to Medicaid recipients (my reply: "Because they're our customers") and some other employees said that they had seen him carrying things, probably amoxicillin, cough syrup, etc. for a child on state pay, into the bathroom where he probably spat in them or worse. 
He would also tell them it would be an hour, no matter how busy we were, and make them wait an hour as well when I wasn't there.
Thing was, his chances of having to go on that were probably greater than that of everyone reading this put together, because he didn't have health insurance even though it cost $10 a week (in the mid 1990s) for a single person! He said, "Oh, I'm healthy; I don't need it."
He would also tell them it would be an hour, no matter how busy we were, and make them wait an hour as well when I wasn't there.Thing was, his chances of having to go on that were probably greater than that of everyone reading this put together, because he didn't have health insurance even though it cost $10 a week (in the mid 1990s) for a single person! He said, "Oh, I'm healthy; I don't need it."
I learned a few years ago that unemployment does not incentivize getting part-time jobs.
Not only was any pay I received deducted from my unemployment (which makes sense), but when I left that job because it was horrible, I lost my unemployment entirely because I quit the job.
Not only was any pay I received deducted from my unemployment (which makes sense), but when I left that job because it was horrible, I lost my unemployment entirely because I quit the job.
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My first out in the real world job was in retail. I was 2nd assistant manager which meant I got paid more than the regular employees but not even in the same ballpark as the assistant manager, had managerial responsibilities, and held keys. GM was a complete and absolute dick head. He had been hired on after the previous manager left and they passed over the assistant manager. The AM actually knew how to manage a store but the GM didn't. Eventually the GM found an excuse to fire the AM and I was left with his duties. By this point I knew how to run the place inside and out and I had to do basically everything besides go on conference calls with the district manager and get stark raving mad at both employees and customers. The GM handled those parts for me. The role of assistant manager was open and when It was time to submit applications I put mine in. I had been with the company for two years at this point and as I said I was basically doing everything by myself anyways. Everyone figured I was a shoe in; except the GM. The go getter 22 year old kid was passed over for a new hire lazy boomer who wasnt afraid to stick his nose straight into the GM's anus and suck all the shit out. At this point I'm tasked with training my manager. That's right, training my manager. I spent about a month "training" him which was basically me doing his work because 90% of the job involved a computer and he couldn't use one and no matter what I did he either couldn't figure it out or would rather just let me continue doing his job while he collected the much larger salary. By this point I hated my job, hated my life, and was sinking into depression. I woke up one Sunday morning. Yet another Sunday that I was supposed to work 13 hours from open to close without a lunch break because everyone else with a key was too religious to come in. I woke up that morning, sat up in bed, and for the first and only time in my life gave up on something important. I turned my phone off and went back to sleep. Best damn thing I ever did. I mailed my keys to them the next day. I got relentless calls that I didn't answer. I was done. Completely. About a week later one of my former subordinates called me from his cell phone. Apparantly most of the calls from work were from them and finally someone realized I might answer a call from a cell. Everyone was worried about me until the keys showed up in the mail. My subordinates who I got along well with thought it was the funniest thing ever. The GM was raging. After I no showed the GM counted every drawer and the deposit multiple times because I had counted everything the night before I quit. He was sure I had made off with something and wanted to find even a penny missing. Every penny was there. Everything was in disarray. I didn't have any contact with them after that. This job was in a town over and I would have to go there every now and then and I'd pass that store. Before long the GM's vehicle wasn't parked outside anymore. About a year later I said fuck it and went in to buy something. The store was packed with new faces. To me the best part is thinking back on how the GM liked to threaten that we were all replaceable. Yeah, you too bitch.
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I was a college kid disillusioned with college, so, I picked up a job at the only place that even called me back: Walmart. Did it long enoughy until I met someone who got me a job up north doing call center work. What wasn't mentioned was what the center was for: Mortgages. Day in day out retards and fuck heads who didn't read about how their escrow accounts work would call to bitch at us over their payments going up (Hint: Check your local taxes). The worst was an asshole whose wife died and spent thirty minutes screaming as loud as he could into my headset (I sat and read through wikipedia while he did until he finally broke down and explained why he was pissed off). I had another asshole keep me on the phone to bitch at me over me being forced to remind him of his payment. When I put in my two weeks, I was happy, I eventually just skipped going to work on my last two days, cause I didn't want to hear anyone bitch about how they don't understand how escrow worked.
Fuck call center work, and fuck idiots who don't understand how a mortgage works.
Fuck call center work, and fuck idiots who don't understand how a mortgage works.
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