I Quit! Tales of the no longer employed

I bet you were working with hot girls though. Restaurants always have at least a couple of eye candy to look at and pass the time.

 

I told my boss "I would like to thank you for the chance to work here and for the valuable experience, but I want to explore new career opportunities." I then gave him my 2 weeks notice. For the next 2 weeks, I continued to work hard.

IT WAS AWESOME!!!

 

Right, thats what I meant by "fair for both sides". Just follow the recommended two weeks notice protocol. You can only do devious and douchy as a parting shot pretty much your last day of work.

Its both good and bad. Its good in that hot looking estrogen carriers is opium-like and naturally lifts morale. Bad in that they get big time favoritism, and "merit" and "hard work" means close to zilch even when you're busting your rump to get by. There is no "skill" to acquire to get ahead. You're either good looking and work well with people within the "server culture" or you're "roughneck" bussing and cooking in the back. 17 year old decently attractive girl with chipper personality will beat relatively smart "hard working" 25 year old guy every time.

All those "nice" cute server girls, all they do is talk sh_t on people and complain about tips in the back room. If you're not actively partying and smoking and banging any of the girls there or "rolling with the crew", the culture is unbearable to be around for a sensible guy

 

I had a friend who waited at this restaurant around rice village a few years ago. She would give me free meals. JVG used to go there often for lunch or something.

As for me... no awesome quitting stories. I just know that quitting a graveyard shift was the best thing that ever happened to me. The bosses kept asking me back but I told them I moved to another city. I just wished I had more time to score with this hot girl who worked the shift before mine.

 

You haven't lived until you've walked away from a job after only 4 hours. So therapeutic.

I took a job as a manager for a small rental car company located inside a Toyota dealership. They told me they would train me as an assistant then move me up to manager after a few months because of my experience at Enterprise.

Turns out, the manager was leaving the same week I got there and had totally let a mountain of debt from the dealership pile up without even trying to collect it. If I didn't collect all this debt, it would be taken out of my FIRST PAYCHECK.

After learning all of this on my first day, I told him I was going to lunch, flipped him off while laying a mean scratch in the service drive and never came back. My phone was ringing off the hook for the rest of the day, but I just didn't answer it.

 

In after the irony.

 

Summer of '78, I got a summer job with the construction doing the expansion of Kyle Field. I spent the whole Summer pouring the concrete for the elevator shaft that went 237' up to the press box. Well, all Summer when we were up there, you couldn't get a crane ride down to pee, they always had a concrete bucket hooked up, so, we just peed down the elevator shaft. The day after we topped off the shaft the forman comes to me and says, "take that shovel and that wheelbarrow and go down and clean out the bottom of the shaft". I said "Thanks a lot, it's been a great Summer" grabbed my lunch pail and headed to the parking lot.

Summer of '75, got a Summer job with Brown and Root at a chemical plant as a pipefitter's helper. All Summer long the old rednecks gave me ***** about my hair and everything else they could think of. On the last day, I told them, "So long MF'ers, I'm off to go f*** college girls and your ass will still be here"

That was sweet.

 

Totally boring story.

When I moved companies last year, I left under pretty good circumstances. I actually liked my boss and the actual job, but the pay and benefits were still being calculated from being a college hire, I hadn't made a salary leap yet, so I was due.

I gave them a little over 2 weeks notice. My team was actually pretty sad to see me go. I had worked with a lot of the same people from the time I had been an intern, so there were some actual friends I liked and respected. They actually threw me a pretty big going away party too.

My manager tried to make it work in the budget to keep me, but he just couldn't get upper management to approve budget to make a competitive counter offer, so I went ahead and left.

I love my new job and team, however, and I'm very glad I made the move. I still play golf with my old boss from time to time, though, and he hints at bringing me back eventually. I'd have to think long and hard about going back, but I'm certainly glad I didn't burn any bridges and left as professional as possible. You never know!

 

Got in a yelling match with the owner of the company until I was physically dragged out of the building. It's one of the best memories of my life.