Anyone ever quit a job in the middle of your day? (1 Viewer)

[popeye]

I was working part time at a hardware store.  Went home for lunch one day and had a beer.  Decided that having a few more was better than helping a bunch of happy homeowners pick out paint colors.   

 

[Steve Tasker]

I clocked out and went home.  It wasn't worth the extra cash.  Funny thing was 2 weeks later I got a check for the 4 hours or whatever I worked.

I applied for a bunch of part-time jobs when I was 17 about to go to college.  Got a job at a grocery store, and went in for training.  I was there for like 3-4 hours, watched some training video, filled out paperwork, all that first-day stuff.  Went home that afternoon and got a call from the part-time job I actually wanted, and called the grocery store to quit.  They sent me a check a few weeks later for something like $13 after taxes.  I forgot to cash it, and like a year later they sent a replacement check saying if I didn't cash it within like 60 days they were turning the money over to unclaimed funds.  Now that's dedication to your ex-employees right there.

 

[Joe Summer]

One summer in college I got a job at some local factory that made packing crates. The pay was $8/hour (which was twice what I could find anywhere else) and you got 2 weeks of paid training.

At the end of the two weeks of training, I was informed by my boss that 1) I would be required to take a mandatory drug test, and 2) I would no longer be paid by the hour -- I would be paid by the crate. I quickly did some math in my head and realized that at my current pace of crate construction, I would only make about $2.50 per hour, which was less than minimum wage.

As I dejectedly went back to my station, my coworkers told me not to worry -- they could hook me up with this new thing called "meth" which would instantly transform me into a superfast worker who could easily build enough crates to make wayyyyy more than $8 every hour. They also said that they'd show me how to pass the drug test, just like they did.

At that point the lunch bell rang, so everyone went to their cars to hit up the local fast food joints. One of my coworkers was in such a rush that he ended up driving out of the parking lot at a high rate of speed and T-boning another car. The police showed up and the guy got arrested for DUI. I got in my car and drove straight home and never went back.

 

[Christo]

I applied for a bunch of part-time jobs when I was 17 about to go to college.  Got a job at a grocery store, and went in for training.  I was there for like 3-4 hours, watched some training video, filled out paperwork, all that first-day stuff.  Went home that afternoon and got a call from the part-time job I actually wanted, and called the grocery store to quit.  They sent me a check a few weeks later for something like $13 after taxes.  I forgot to cash it, and like a year later they sent a replacement check saying if I didn't cash it within like 60 days they were turning the money over to unclaimed funds.  Now that's dedication to your ex-employees right there.

Wage claim laws are very punitive. Treble damages. Interest. Attorneys fees.

 

[Osaurus]

Yup.  Went out for lunch......

 

[Christo]

One summer in college I got a job at some local factory that made packing crates. The pay was $8/hour (which was twice what I could find anywhere else) and you got 2 weeks of paid training.

At the end of the two weeks of training, I was informed by my boss that 1) I would be required to take a mandatory drug test, and 2) I would no longer be paid by the hour -- I would be paid by the crate. I quickly did some math in my head and realized that at my current pace of crate construction, I would only make about $2.50 per hour, which was less than minimum wage.

As I dejectedly went back to my station, my coworkers told me not to worry -- they could hook me up with this new thing called "meth" which would instantly transform me into a superfast worker who could easily build enough crates to make wayyyyy more than $8 every hour. They also said that they'd show me how to pass the drug test, just like they did.

At that point the lunch bell rang, so everyone went to their cars to hit up the local fast food joints. One of my coworkers was in such a rush that he ended up driving out of the parking lot at a high rate of speed and T-boning another car. The police showed up and the guy got arrested for DUI. I got in my car and drove straight home and never went back.

That's illegal unless they guaranty you make minimum wage..

 

[Binky The Doormat]

Nothing of consequence - it was in HS.  Friendly's Ice Cream & Restaurant, in the Southwyck Mall, Toledo, OH.  

Completely used and abused by the manager all summer.  Purposely schedule me for just under the hours for a required break - even though I almost always closed, which meant a couple hours over the scheduled hours.  Tips were to be shared with bussers and dish cleaners ...never happened.  Never received help from cleaning EVERYTHING in the kitchen at close.  NOTHING was cleaned throughout the day, so when I came in at 5:30, I had to clean everything from the day, while bussing, doing front ice cream dipping, shakes, etc.  Plus, the guy, took extra pleasure in yelling at me (and others) in front of customers.  

I'm not proud of it - but I exacted my revenge 2 ways:

1)  I took enough boxes of Friendly's delicious quarter-pound burger patties and half-gallons of ice cream to make up for the constant abuse and ####### of me.  I explained to my parents that these were "freezer-burned" and didn't meet Friendly's high level of quality control.  

2)  One very busy Friday evening, while I was dipping cones and doing shakes (Fribbles, they were called), he yelled at me in front of customers that the dishes were stacked up in the back (this is not 10 minutes after he had just sent up me there to dip cones).  I calmly said "you can't treat people this way" and removed my name tag and handed it to him in front of the customers and walked back to change into my street clothes.  He followed me to the back and started screaming at me.  I closed the dressing room door (we had complete uniforms included stupid black bowtie) - got changed and left.  

I can still see this chubby, loser ####er's face burned in my memory.  #### him.  

ETA:  It was a complete outfit - with pants/shirt, black bowtie and stupid hat.  It looked like this - but no apron - and was all white, except for the black bowtie.

 

[General Malaise]

I won't ask you what year you worked there, my wife waited table there back in the day.  She used to complain about her manager exposing himself.  

I work right across the street from there....its been a steady downhill slide for this part of town the past 15 years.  

Mid 90s. The manager was a total scum ball.  Was sleeping with the underage hostesses.  His wife would show up drunk and make a scene from time to time. Garbage human.  

 

[Ignoramus]

A buddy of mine in high school went to work for RGIS.   This company counts inventory in all kinds of different stores.  According to my buddy, the job really sucked and they were always short people when they had a job to do.  Usually did the job late at night from 11 pm until the job was completed usually 3 am or later.  He was working at an Albertsons and they stuck him on the candy isle which is the absolute worst isle to count according to him.  He finished up the aisle punching in all the numbers into a strap held counting machine when he is told to recount the entire isle because the manager from RGIS doesn't think his count is correct.   Buddy tells him to #### off and leaves dropping his counter machine in the aisle in front of the Albertson's manager.  On the way out my buddy had brought  2 other workers with him and they had to leave as well to get a ride back home.  

Could decide if it was "isle" or "aisle" so you just did the 50/50 split, eh? (It's the latter, BTW.)

 

[fantasycurse42]

Could decide if it was "isle" or "aisle" so you just did the 50/50 split, eh? (It's the latter, BTW.)

Maybe it was at the end of the store, all by itself? 

 

[Zegras11]

I did.

I was on my own at 17 1/2, and in college. Worked several jobs to get through.

One was delivering rental TV's in OC/LB for a place off of Springdale in HB. 

Wasn't a bad gig for awhile. We had about 8 vans in the pool to choose from when we started our shift. If you started later in the day, sometimes you only had one to three to choose from.

There was one that gave me a little trouble one day. It had a little sluggishness to it for a few seconds at the end of the shift. I reported it to my boss. Three weeks later I'm the last one on that day and it's the only one left. I figured it had been fixed since then since it was out there in the van pool area.

After my first delivery, I'm headed north on the 605 near Hawaiian Gardens.  And the damn thing just about blew up on me while I was going 70 MPH.  Smoke and steam everywhere inside and out. The engine flat out stops and all the power steering is gone. I'm fuming mad that this wasn't fixed and they let me out in it again. 

I coast about a quarter mile and make two lane changes and hit the off ramp which was slightly downhill. The light was green. I make a right and coast it right into the '76 gas station. Left the keys right in the thing.  Called my dad and he came and picked me up. Called my boss and quit on the spot. Didn't get my last check and I didn't care.

 

[GroveDiesel]

Wasn't me, but a buddy in high school was an assistant manager at a grocery store and out in a word and got a mutual friend a job there. The guy that got the job worked for an hour retrieving carts before simply walking off the job.

 

[BroncoFreak_2K3]

Nothing of consequence - it was in HS.  Friendly's Ice Cream & Restaurant, in the Southwyck Mall, Toledo, OH.  

Completely used and abused by the manager all summer.  Purposely schedule me for just under the hours for a required break - even though I almost always closed, which meant a couple hours over the scheduled hours.  Tips were to be shared with bussers and dish cleaners ...never happened.  Never received help from cleaning EVERYTHING in the kitchen at close.  NOTHING was cleaned throughout the day, so when I came in at 5:30, I had to clean everything from the day, while bussing, doing front ice cream dipping, shakes, etc.  Plus, the guy, took extra pleasure in yelling at me (and others) in front of customers.  

I'm not proud of it - but I exacted my revenge 2 ways:

1)  I took enough boxes of Friendly's delicious quarter-pound burger patties and half-gallons of ice cream to make up for the constant abuse and ####### of me.  I explained to my parents that these were "freezer-burned" and didn't meet Friendly's high level of quality control.  

2)  One very busy Friday evening, while I was dipping cones and doing shakes (Fribbles, they were called), he yelled at me in front of customers that the dishes were stacked up in the back (this is not 10 minutes after he had just sent up me there to dip cones).  I calmly said "you can't treat people this way" and removed my name tag and handed it to him in front of the customers and walked back to change into my street clothes.  He followed me to the back and started screaming at me.  I closed the dressing room door (we had complete uniforms included stupid black bowtie) - got changed and left.  

I can still see this chubby, loser ####er's face burned in my memory.  #### him.  

ETA:  It was a complete outfit - with pants/shirt, black bowtie and stupid hat.  It looked like this - but no apron - and was all white, except for the black bowtie. 

I stopped reading at Southwyck Mall, Toledo, OH...what a dump

 

[Ron Swanson]

Had a driver call me up one-day mid-morning. "Hey, just want to let you know you can pick up your truck at Denny's on the North Loop this afternoon.  I'm going to be arrested". Turns out this rotten SOB had negotiated with the cops the day before to turn himself in and since he didn't have a vehicle decided to come in and get ours and let us deal with picking it up. CDL truck, not a pickup.

 

[Binky The Doormat]

I stopped reading at Southwyck Mall, Toledo, OH...what a dump

This was 1974 - it was awesome then, only a couple of years old and near the height of the mall years.  It was the place to be.

I lived in Ragan Woods ...could walk to work.    

 

[Spock]

I coast about a quarter mile and make two lane changes and hit the off ramp which was slightly downhill. The light was green. I make a right and coast it right into the '76 gas station. 

On Carson right next to the casino.

 

[Poke_4_Life]

Only once.  Was a stocker at a grocery store in high school.  ###. Manager Mickey with little man complex loved to ride us and give us 6 hours of stock to work in a 3 hour shift (weekday evening).  I show up for a 3 hour evening shift and he pulls this again.  I work as hard as I can for three hours, but I'm not close to done.  I go to leave.  Mickey starts #####ing at me, I remind him I was only scheduled for 3 hours and I clock out and leave.  Brought my crap back in the next day and told the manager I was done and that Mickey was an ###.  

One other time in college I was waiting tables and between a weekend lunch and dinner shift I went to a nearby bar for a beer.  One beer turned into probably a dozen.  Got completely hammered.  Came in for the dinner shift, royally screwed stuff up and was sent home (for being drunk) once management figured out my state of mind.  Somehow I kept that job for 3 more years.  Management liked me.  

 

[BroncoFreak_2K3]

This was 1974 - it was awesome then, only a couple of years old and near the height of the mall years.  It was the place to be.

I lived in Ragan Woods ...could walk to work.    

Was born in Toledo but got the hell out when I was in kindergarten. 

 

[The_Man]

I had a good job in DC at age 24, working directly with Congressman and their staffs, but moved to a small New England town for my fiancee/wife's job. After taking the summer off to get married and living on severance while unsuccessfully looking for a job, I signed up with a temp agency.

First job was to work the grand opening of a Costco, dressing in white and black to hand out samples of food to shoppers. I get there on-time (before the store opens), park and go walking up to the front door where some assistant manager guy holding a key ring with about 400 keys on it is walking in right ahead of me. He goes through the door, sees me behind him, and quickly spins around and uses one of his many keys to lock the door right in my face.

"Excuse me," I say, "Could you please let me in?"

He yells something at me through the glass that I can't make out.

"Could you please let me in? I'm here to work, I'm not a customer."

He leans up real close to the glass and says, "Temps come in the back door!"

"Oh, sorry, the temp agency didn't let me know. I'll come in the back tomorrow, but since we're both standing here right now, could you please let me in?

"Temps come in the back door!"

So I walked back to my car, hopped in and drove home. My wife still hadn't left for work when I got back, and was sitting on the couch drinking a cup of coffee and enjoying her first morning alone in the several months we had lived in that apartment. She looked up at my questioningly, and I just said: "Didn't work out."