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[D.D.]

One night in Sydney working as a wine waiter I lit a smoke in the middle of my shift and just walked out the front.

That boss was being an ass and that was all the notice he deserved. It felt awesome walking down the street.

I would love to hear some stories of how you quit jobs.

[it's full of stars]

Similar story. I was working in a restaurant part-time before going to uni.

I asked the head chef if I could use the phone before service started. There were no customers in and everyone was smoking etc.

He said no and I said ok. Went upstairs and changed, walked down and passed him on the way out. It was a Friday and I'd just been paid so I wasn't worried about my money.

Saw him a week later in a pub after shift, and he looked like he wanted to murder me. I gave him my best grin and asked him if he was enjoying the music.

Didn't please him any that we had shared friends and ended up sitting at the same table together. Kiss my spangle.

[Mdvl_lady50]

Many years ago when I first started working after having the requisite two kids got a job with an outfit that totally misrepresented themselves. Not only was I soliciting for cash from people who were behind on their mortgages, but when I got the phone call from the IRS asking to speak to the owner of the company -- I realized it was time to bail. Fortunately like the previous poster, I'd just gotten paid the day before. After the IRS call, I went to the ladies room which was conveniently outside the office with purse in hand and never came back.

[FixedGearJerk]

In college, I worked at McDonalds for a couple months. I'm not sure why I lowered myself to that, but it didn't last long. The big line was, "if you got time to lean, you got time to clean". At $6 an hour I felt that I should be allowed ample time to lean, as well as free triple cheese burgers and loads of Monopoly game pieces, but thats a whole different story. One day the "boss" was trying to make me get behind the friers with a tooth brush and I told her I didn't really feel up to it. She insisted, so I just left and never came back.

I also got fired from Dairy Queen while I was in college. It was funny how they went about it. First of all, I have to tell you that I lived about 15 meters from DQ. Secondly, I have to say that I treated this job like all the other stupid food service jobs I had in college and helped myself as much free food as I could. At $6 an hour I considered the free food a perk that came along with enduring a food service job. The employer however did not have the same outlook. Eventually they decided that I must have been cutting to deeply into their bottom line, what with all the snickers blizzards and ice cream cakes I consumed on a daily basis. The funny part is that they didn't have the balls to tell me in person, so they went through the trouble of mailing me a termination letter. They MAILED it to me. . . stamp and all. They could have folded it into a paper airplane and flown it to my doorstep from the drive through window. Anyways, I didn't actually get the letter before my next shift so I showed up at DQ ready to rock the drive through window. They gave me a funny look and asked if I had not recieved their letter and proceded to inform me that I was no longer employed with them.

[Louie]

Not me, but my brother.
He got fired from the sandwich shop he was working at.
He finished off the day as usual, with the boss always sitting in the back office sleeping. Thirty minutes before the boss would wake up to close shop, my brother went into the office and got into the safe, taking about $4000 in cash. As soon as he got it and fix the inside of the safe to look like nothing was taken, he walked right out of the shop. It took the guy 5 weeks to realize the money was missing, long enough for my brother to deny everything.

When I was in the army, I knew one guy who was getting out on a failure to adapt discharge. He and another guy who was getting out drove all the way from Fort Huanchuca, AZ to several small towns in New Mexico. They robbed 4 banks in what was called the biggest rash of bank robberies in the southwest

[Fishead soup]

I used to work as a nightwatchman for a rent a cop agency known as
" Burns" I later learned that "Burns international" had become the most famous sucurity guard company by underbiding the compatition. This resulted in extremly low wages for the guards.

I ended up working at a retirement home that had shafted all the construction workers who had built it. They were regularly visited by disgruntled unpaid workers.

I was giving straight night shifts. I would arrive at work. Find a nice warm bed and sleep the whole night. I had it worked out so my alarm would go off every hour so I could phone in to Burns. This lasted for two months until finally I was caught red handed by a guard inspector and fired on the spot.

[VanIslander]

I was a reporter for the town and region newspaper in rural Northern Alberta and when I was hired I was told gruffly that I could be fired anytime in the first three months without notice, to which I quipped immediately: "That means I could quit anytime in the first three months without notice as well." The editor nodded, "True".

I went on to revamp that rag into a quality product, taking over layout of the pages in addition to my reporting duties because the editor was a lazy, older man who dreamt of opening up a bar in the South Pacific but who only liked watching t.v. and avoiding his wife and children. His wife resented me but every other person in town with something to say heaped praise at how the paper was changing. The editor agreed to every one of my suggested changes, he seeming truly apathetic, just relieved to have less work on his hands I guess.

I started in early October and the Christmas holidays were approaching, I wanting to go home to nearby B.C. to see my family for a few days. The editor said I'd have to take that up with the publisher (who ran a sister publication down province) but that he didn't think that it is possible for either of us (he said: either of us) to get a week off over the holidays because we had two issues to put out, the regular issue and the year end review. He said he tried himself but couldn't. So that effectively discouraged me from even asking. I instead resolved myself to going gungho into the two holiday issues. Then, suddenly on the 23rd, the editor says he is taking his family to his aunt's in Edmonton for a "couple of days" and that - while he'll be back before deadline - he did his (minimum) stories and that I could fill the extra space he left for me as I see fit, he was 'trusting' me to, and that while he'll surely be back, I could go ahead and finish the issues without him if I want. I thanked him.

I worked my butt off and got both publications done and shining and sent to the printers on the 30th then on New Year's Eve I phoned the publisher to wish her a Happy New Year's (and to ask about where the editor is, the guy who said he'd be back days ago) and the publisher was surprised I didn't know the editor got Christmas through New Year's off and that I TOO COULD HAVE taken 4 or 5 days off if the editor and I had finished up the year-end paper early, that she had told the editor that.

Realizing my holidays were *beep* by a little lazy man I didn't respect as my boss but who had three young kids to support and would be editor of this small town rag for years to come, I decided not to waste my time and effort, and so, decided right there and then, New Year's Eve, to pack it in and move back home the very next day. Without giving any notice (three month mark was two days away), my car packed heavy on New Year's Day, I left a letter on the editor's desk, which he would see the following day (according to the publisher when he was said to return) and I drove off westward with the sunrise at my back.

I can imagine the horror of the editor arriving back from holidays to that letter and the realization that he has the entire next issue of the newspaper to put out himself! (something I had just done, and 90% did myself for the previous few months) A LAZY MAN'S NIGHTMARE! I'm sure he blamed me up the yinyang and went back to putting out the inferior newsletter quality rag he ran before I went there. I left him with 6 days to put out the weekly issue, so I didn't leave him high and dry. He had plenty of time, but would have to hustle to do by himself.

I went on to work for a much bigger newspaper and eventually became head editor of the town newspaper back on Vancouver Island where I grew up.

[madhusudan]

I enjoyed everyone's stories. Here's mine.

I was working as a dishwasher in a Mexican restaurant during summer break from college. The manager kept me at 36 hours/week in three 12 hour shifts.

When I found that overtime was mandatory for not only over 40 hrs/week, but also over 8hrs/day I spoke to the manager about it. He refused to pay overtime, and the discussion went on for a week or two.

Finally one day I came in to work and got ready to start on the huge stack of dishes waiting for me when one of the cooks told me the dishwasher was broken and I'd have to hand wash everything. Of course I just walked out without a word. I feel sorry for whoever had to do those dishes, as it certainly wasn't the manager.