Ever consider walking out of a job?

Billy86

Thomas D wrote: »

Delighted for to hear that he is insolvent now. Another celtic tiger spoofer.

Can't say I've been shedding any tears for him, alright!

wazky

Billy86 wrote: »

Can't say I've been shedding any tears for him, alright!

He reminds me of one of those hairless molerat things.

Gary ITR

Very recently I was being dogged in my job, long hours, no o/t and no appreciation. In the middle of what was becoming a daily row with one of the managers I said 'oh look it's **** this **** o'clock I'm going home' and off I walked. Never went back and delayed by a week in dropping back my phone/car/laptop etc

MyPeopleDrankTheSoup

good niall o'farrell story billy86, props for naming all the names and not leaving out details

Wanderer2010

Gary ITR wrote: »

Very recently I was being dogged in my job, long hours, no o/t and no appreciation. In the middle of what was becoming a daily row with one of the managers I said 'oh look it's **** this **** o'clock I'm going home' and off I walked. Never went back and delayed by a week in dropping back my phone/car/laptop etc

How are you coping now for money etc if you dont mind me asking? Have you another job in the pipeline?

Morgans

WhiteRoses wrote: »

I did, on Sunday I've been working in a cafe in a shopping centre for the last two months. I also work by night in a nightclub, so I wasn't overly reliant on the income, especially because I'm in college, but I really hated the job.

Manager was an absolute pussy, he constantly made mistakes and then refused to deal with angry customers, leaving me to it. We were understocked and regularly ran out of stock by 3pm on a Saturday, despite me leaving 100s of notes in the office about aforementioned low level of stock.

My hours were a joke, the roster would be changed midweek without emailing or texting me and then the Manager would get angry when I was late, even though he knew I had no way of knowing it had been changed. He'd also ring me and ask me to come in early, and I begrudgingly would. I say begrudgingly because as I also work in a nightclub, I don't finish work till 5:30am on Friday night/Saturday morning, and I don't usually start till 9am in the cafe. I have no problem coming in at 8, even though I really need the extra hour in bed. What annoys me is when I'm emailed last minute to come in an hour early, I come in, and the manager tells me to go off and get a coffee for myself and not to bother starting till 9. Sleep is precious to me!

On top of that, he refused to give me a contract and won't give me payslips, yet still deducts tax from my wages. I'm on €6.20 an hour, I do all the stock taking and order sheets for the suppliers, I bank the weekly profit, I have a key to the safe and I'm responsible for training in new staff but they still wouldn't give me more money.

So on Sunday, I was in a really bad mood because yet again, I was asked to come in at 8 but told not to open till 9. I was extremely tired and cranky and the cafe was SO busy it was unreal. I was the only staff member working and by lunchtime I was totally frazzled. At that point my manager walks in and I'm delighted for some help. Alas, I was mistaken. He's actually there to drop off his two sons for me to mind (while also running the cafe) while he does the weekly food shop in Tesco.

I was so mad at that stage I had tears in my eyes. Just as the cafe quietened down, a lady came in and asked was my name WhiteRoses. I said yes, and she said she was the supervisor in the coffee shop across the way. She employs my friend Ciara and Ciara told her how much I hate working in the cafe. She said she observed me working for a few days and thought I was a very diligent worker and was always friendly to customers, no matter how busy the place was. She offered me a job there and then as a barista in the shop across the way. €9.50 an hour, double time on Sundays and more hours than the cafe were offering me. I could have kissed her! She said I could sign a contract later that day and to come over to her when my boss came back.

About an hour later, my boss came back to collect his sons and I quit on the spot, told him exactly why I was quitting, where I'd be working from now on, and told him he was the worst employer I've ever had in my history of working. I walked straight over to the coffee shop and signed my 6 month contract, I'm starting tomorrow and I'm so happy to be out of the shítty cafe!

Late getting to this, but this story has made my day.

jake66

I decided on a career change in the late 80,s. Did loads of interviews and eventually got two jobs on the same day. one as a sales rep the other as a van salesman.
Took the job in van sales . Turned out to be a disaster as the place was very disorganised/badly run. Money was good but long hours were expected in reply. 12-14 hour days. After two weeks I had enough so on the Friday night I parked up the van and walked out to my car. Car wouldn,t start as I was using the van all week and the battery was flat. Walked three miles on a ****ty December night to my then girlfriends house. Had to sneak in the next day to jump start the car.
Felt like an a/hole on the Monday to say I wasn,t coming back..
I crawled back to my old job and the pound an hour raise I was promised if it didn,t work out.

Turtyturd

Not quite...stormed out when I was put on a 3 day week, had every intention of never going back but decided to take a weeks holiday instead. Decided during that week that I would go to college...but would go back to work for a few months to get some money, and the redundancy which I knew was coming but they didn't want to pay. What followed was a battle of wills where they tried to give me the sh*ttiest jobs possible and I responded by refusing to do them unless they met the safe pass guidelines...or by doing them as slow as possible. It all culminated in me walking off a job at 5 and leaving the shopfront wide open over night. Was offered redundancy the next day...about two days before the cut off point for college.

Wibbs

Yep. Once, when I was 23. Before I walked I threw the "boss" over his desk. The ire was running that high. Dunno where I found the strength TBH cos normally an asthmatic toddler mid attack could take me on and he was bigger than me, but he really and repeatedly overstepped the bounds(not just with me) and the red mist descended. Years later I saw his name in the papers with regard to a sexual harassment case he lost and it did not come as a shock.

I've found I love working with people and will give my all, but I dislike working for people when they think they own your precious time for whatever an hour*. Eh no. I'd rather live in a tent and eat beans thanks. When you're on your deathbed hopefully many decades from now and someone offered you a billion pounds or an extra day, you will take the latter.




*that was what opened the dams on the red mist with the above twat. After much goading over a few weeks he put his hand on my shoulder and said something along the lines of "when you're here I own you from 9 to 5". "Oh really?" said I.

metaoblivia

Once, but it wasn't very dramatic. It was a company that tried to sell home shopping network commercials to small businesses. It was basically a scam. I just walked out one day with my paycheck, cashed it and never came back. They were so used to people doing that that they never even called me.

But recently, I was in a job where I wished I had walked out. I worked for a small, local consulting firm run by these two young, arrogant guys. One in particular was a control freak and had huge anger issues. He threw a phone across the room once because the credit card company needed confirming information and it turned out it was his home address instead of the company address. Anyway, they announced a merger in August, and that involved combining two offices, with two admin teams into one. And I knew that of the four admins total, only one would be kept. I also knew that they were the kind of pricks who wouldn't say anything until the moment they let us go. So I started job hunting.

By early December, I basically had a new job offer lined up. I was confident about the job, but I hadn't gotten the offer letter yet, so I wanted to wait. But I knew it was getting really close to 'judgment' day. My still current company was moving into a new office, and I knew that the three people getting laid off wouldn't be going with them. So on the final day in the old office, I decided to go in and give notice. Well, I arrived and just as I expected, they called me in to lay me off. Weeks before Christmas, no offer of severance pay - they didn't even want to pay me for the day they called me in to lay me off. They had no idea I had been job searching. When they found out I had used a few personal days to go on interviews, they got really angry. But I didn't even feel sorry because they knew they were letting people go right before Christmas, and had they simply given us a heads up about that a month ahead of time, I would have been upfront about how I was using my final personal days.

The next day my offer letter arrived and I was employed again with a much better company and a nice big salary to boot. I should have quit before those guys had the chance to lay me off!