I am so jealous of some of you.. The only job I ever wanted to walk out on was my first job ever in a little east texas buffet. I washed dishes on the night shift. I was told to come in for a little orientation kind of thing so I could work out my hours. Naturally I dressed up kind of nice for impressions sake.. slacks, collared shirt, belt, etc. When I got there the owner (who was a very nice lady) told me one of their guys had called in sick and they needed someone for a shift tonight, I said I'd do it (also for impressions sake). Naturally there was a TON of backed up dishes because it had been 2 hours without a dish washer in the kitchen, so I was busy as all hell. Even though I was wearing an apron, my nice clothes were almost completely ruined halfway through my shift as I learned how to work my station. However nice the owner was, the staff was full of assholes. After being treated like dirt while doing them a BIG favor for 8 hours I was pretty pissed off. Near the end of the night as my dish stack began to finally shrink my back was giving me major problems due to the fact I was wearing dress shoes and not sneakers on that concrete floor. I rubbed my back while leaning up against a wall, grunting as the pain shot down my spine, when some chain-smoking, toothless, she-mullet sporting redneck waitress came back to my station, dumped a load of dishes on my pile and said "You best quit yer bellyachin". At that moment I wanted to throw a dish full of chicken fried steak scraps in her face and walk out. Instead I went to the manager and told her I was giving her my 2 weeks notice on my first day so that she could find someone to fill the spot.
yup! Right here in Houston too. I worked graveyard and management just had too much fun trying to cause havoc in the workplace by making rash judgement and decisions. The office moral was low as ever and my best friend just quit. Worse yet, they keep the supervisors on edge and kept the rest of the workers on such a tight leash that you'd be suprise the employees don't choke to death. At any rate, I was working on replying an e-mail when the new, pregnant supervisor decided to say something about going into the internet (yes, they was cut off too) when I was on MS Word (that has to be the most stupid mistake ever...) and I got fed up. I wrote a 3 page resignation paper to management telling them how screwed up this whole scenario is..., took out my time card in my wallet, clocked out, gave the time card to that supervisor, and said "bye!" btw... the HR director took my to lunch 3 days later
HOLY ****!!!! I can't believe none of you Austinites picked up on this. The white van scam selling stereos has been around Austin for at least 5 years! I've been approached millions of times by kids trying to sell their speakers. I always thought it was some organized scam... I've never heard of this related to as a job. I need more details. Who do you interview with? Where do you go? This is so a scam and not a job... I'm in shock. Of course the "dick" was gone... He knew it was a scam. I've done the same to teenagers trying to sell me crappy speakers and passing them off a primo quality.
The guy I was working with is the one that left me there. The boss of this whole thing told me that he made the sale and went off with the r****d that fell for it to get cash. He just "forgot" to come back and get me. I did actually go through an interview. At least I thought it was. I had no idea what was going on until we drove into the first shopping center of the day and got chased off by some cops.
Several times. I once worked at a men's fashion (think $2000 suits) back in HS. Was the #1 sales associate in the country (at this chain any ways). The manager (super *****) felt the need to tell me that I have no idea how to sell. I walked out right away. Last time I checked, sales at the store dropped 50% (and this ways WAY before 9/11) and the District Manager was begging me to go back.
I wish I could walk out on this one. It's not the kind of job you just walk out on, though. I need to stay through my contract, one more year. The bosses and a few upper-level students want me to leave after that (relax, guys, I was planning to anyway), though they can't seem to pin down what exactly I did wrong. The majority of students (lower-level, etc.) that come through my classes would feel the opposite way. Well, whatever. Small town, small school, small minds, politics, people who are full of $hit and like to spread rumors that usually aren't even true. I just don't get along with certain brash, bullying personalities. I don't want to play their game and act like them and suck up to whoever I feel I ought to. I'd rather quietly teach my classes and get that done.
I really wanted to walk out on 1 of my four college summer internships, and I actually flew out of another. My second year of college, I had an internship at Amoco as an IT Admin. I was so depressed on the first day and just wanted to spend the summer doing jack **** with my friends, playing basketball and drinking beer. I stuck it out and was better off for it. Another internship, I was so depressed about having to spend the summer out of Texas and away from my comfort zone that I had a mental breakdown, and flew back to Houston 2 days after arriving, before having even set foot inside my new workplace. I flew in on a Friday night and left Sunday morning. Who knows how differently my life could have been had I stuck it out. I might be a full blooded Yankee working in a cubicle as a s/w programmer right now.
My buddy Doug bought some of those POS speakers. $100 down the crapper. Crooks. Be glad you dont work for that organization anymore.
Never......until I worked for Home Depot. Then came close many times....and eventually screwed them out. I worked at the Homes Depot West Road location in the Greenspoint area. It is next to Wal-Mart of all places. Because of this, this Home Depot is absolutely one of the worst Home Depot's in the city. When I first applied, I had the choice of going to that location or the Spring location. Naturally I made the wrong choice based on the fact the West Road store was closer to home. I had requested to work in kitchens or plumbing based on my CAD work with interiors and plumbing experience. They instead stuck me in "Floor and Wall," where I literally hit the wall cause I had no experience at all and the gave me NO TRAINING. Combine this with the fact that is one of the dirtiest, dingiest department with the heaviest materials in the store. This really sucks when five big burly construction workers request that “little ole me” load all 50 boxes of tile on there truck because the cart guy who usually loads customers merchandise suddenly disappears cause he saw them coming, leaving you to do load all these boxes by yourselves as the five defensive lineman watch you while stuffing hot dogs down there faces. It gets even better. Ever wondered why you can never find help at the Damn Depot? Because the company is so cheap, if sales are not meeting projections for the week, they will cut the staff's hours, just so the store remains in the black for that week. For most stores in the rich areas, this is not a problem as contractors for new home construction buy supplies in expensive loads, which helps keep that store in the black without having to cut any employees hours. But for a store in low income area with no new housing going up (WEST ROAD), it’s a different story. Home Depot's policy was that managers could ask you if you wanted to cut your hours. Not at our store. Sales were so bad, they didn’t ask you, THEY DEMANDED YOU to go home, even if you had just clocked in 5 minuets ago. And this was even if this meant leaving the department with one person for the whole day, and on "auto pilot" when he/she is at lunch. In fact, there were times where many when I was the only person Floor and Wall, Home Décor and Kitchens. So that means I am responsible for covering three departments and three million upset customers (cause they don’t have help immediately) for me for the whole day. Same goes for the plumbing department, a department which needs five associates at all times in my belief. But you will only find one overworked associate there. Anything for a buck I guess. Even worse was there policy on cuts/injuries. Because the Depot does not have a union, if you even receive a cut and it was reported, you were written up and could be fired for being "not safe".....even if its NOT YOUR FAULT. It’s a rule that all Home Depot workers despise. Its the worst rule I have ever seen at any job.....period. Somehow yet, despite all the frustration, I "survived" for more then a 1 year and 6 months. I cant explain it....the money was damn good, but I always felt "on the short end of the stick" at the end of the day. I have never had the misfortune of being unhappy at any of my previous jobs. At all my previous jobs, I loved working there as I had fun making money and new friends all at the same time. Working at Home Depot changed all of that. I dreaded everyday I went to work there, and had liquor at lunch all the time, just to help heal the wounds of frustration. Somehow, I later found out that people knew, they saw my bloodshot eyes and my swagger. Yet still, due to rep as my hardworker who helped out anyone whenever he could, no one ever said anything out of respect I guess. One manager even tried to go behind my back and get an employee to state I was drunk at work one day (which I was not, I hadnt been to lunch yet ) to get me fired, without me having a say or proving myself via urine test. The employee stood up for me and put his job on the line for me. Why? He knew I had nothing at all that morning as the day in question was New Years Day....I had to work at 6 am in the morning after a long night of course (I have to watch ball drop). Of course I will be sluggish....as I am tired naturally. Doesnt take a degree to figure this out...but apparently my manager needed one anyways. If there is one thing I miss about the place, its all the friends I had there and left behind. To any West Road employees out there who reads this....shoutout from Chad in "FnW". Coincidently, on one of the days they "cut my hours," I went to an interview and got a new job. The next day, I went to work at Home Depot WITHOUT letting them know I was going to quit at the end of that day, with the sole intent of screwing will all of my managers heads. REVENGE IS A b****!!!! Came in about 2 hours late, which pissed the managers off as they had cut the other workers hours depending on me to show up and slave away. Totally brushed them off and then gave them a piece of my mind, which shocked them speechless. Customers came in by the dozens, asked me for help to load there boxes of tiles....not this kid. They go upset; I gave them all a piece of my mind and sent them to my lazy ass managers. And when I wasn’t creating problems, I was sitting at the desk playing video games while customers watched in shock, waiting for help. You think I gave a damn. And at closing time, you think I cleaned up.....F*CK no, I quit biatch!!!!! Now, I am proud to say I have survived the depths of Hell Depot and I am now working in a situation that is as close to paradise as you can get. Awesome pay corner office, 9-5, M-F, paid holidays, sweet benefit and insurance package....its all good FRANCHISE3, this whole blog goes to show that there is always something better waiting out there for all of us.... GOOD LUCK in your job search. I feel you'll be happier when its all said and done....
Twice I worked at the campus dining hall. One night me and my friend were the only 2 in the dishroom. (Theres usually 6 people)...We had a bunch of no-shows they just put us 2 in there because we were the fastest. That was cool we just jammed some music and did our job. The next night the manager questions my friend of his job duties right before work. And whether or he was training new employees properly. This didn't sit well with him. I was in another room he told me he quit. I asked why he gave no explanation. I didnt' need one. I started work and about 2 minutes into it I was like screw this something is up. And I just walked out. Our old boss who trasnferred to another dining hall quickly called us to hire us over there. Everything was set up but that got derailed because apparently they needed our boss's approval and she refused to... I got a job at I-Hop about a month later. I had my 21st birthday and thanksgiving break coming up. One night I asked about if I could have these days off. The manager told me to ask somebody else he doesnt do that. So the next night I asked her, she told me to ask him. So I went back to him and he sent me back to her. After going back and forth I was just like well screw this. So after getting like 8 tables. I just walked out. No reason to work if I wasnt sure If I was gonna be there a few weeks later. I wasnt gonna miss going home or going out for my 21st birthday for I-HOP.
I tossed the Bryan Eagle for 1 day Those mornings were KILLING me There was this bucket factory in bryan . . . 1 10 hr day with 2 10 minute breaks and 20 minutes for lunch the hardest 50$ i ever earned i think Rocket River
One time I was hired to help pick pumpkins out on a ranch. I picked pumpkins all day and made myself sore as all hell. The short mexican dudes out there didn't have to reach down very far like I did and kill their backs. I took my 1 days pay and never went back.
Damn, must be something in the air, Friday is my last day too, although I'm dreading the job search that will follow. On to bigger and better things hopefully . . . . Good luck to all! -Turbo
He only spent $100? We were selling them at $300 for the pair. That was a long time and another life ago.
OK...here goes...the short version..... Worked for a service bureau in Hollywood for an insane woman, back in 1993. Shop was open 6 days a week, and she demanded that everyone work every Saturday for STRAIGHT time (we were all hourly employees and she would not pay us overtime). I kept copies of all of my timecards. I lost interest in the job, and the job lost interest in me. After three months, I was fired/I quit (it was a little of both). I then filed suit with the state of California Labor Commission to get my overtime pay she owed me. It was only about $400, but it was the principle of the thing, so I did it. The hearing comes, and the b**** doesn't show up...does it via speakerphone. I had all of the evidence, and I won. A month later, I get the check from her in the mail, with a note attached that says NEXT TIME TRY WORKING FOR A LIVING. I remembered that the b****'s birthday was three weeks or so down the road. On the day of her birthday, I got ahold of a box (a little bigger than a shoebox). I went out to lunch at a Mexican restaurant and ate the biggest burrito I could order. Came home an hour later, and when nature called, I took an enormous dump into the box. I then put a note on top of the turd that read NEXT TIME TRY OBEYING THE LAW. I wrapped the box in Happy Birthday wrapping paper with a bow, and I called one of those birthday event services, and hired a dude dressed up as a clown to deliver it to her office. Of course I wasn't there to see the reaction, but a former coworker of mine called that evening, and told me she was rather pissed off. So there is the story. Feel free to use this technique. It was so long ago that the patent ran out on it!
Yay!! That story is as timeless as other classics such as "Moby Dick", "The Scarlett Letter", and "The Lord of the Flies".
