Some years ago I got a job at a Dry Cleaning place where they also did rugs for business's. I was in the back when the trucks would pull up and dump all these rugs out on the floor and my job was to help load up these rugs and runner rugs in these carts. Let me tell you something about these rugs from bars, people puke on them. I was gagging. Come lunch time I asked where the local McDonalds was and never came back. Never went back to get my check for the four hours either.
i did this summer...gig was at a liquor store and all the other employees were robbing the place blind...i was the new guy on the scene so i was being accussed of it...i wasnt gonna rat anyone out but also wasnt gonna deal with my balls being busted. walked out and left a note for the boss telling him to basically go fuck himself....
no biggie...its a good feeling being able to do it..i had bucks saved so it wasnt a big deal
no biggie...its a good feeling being able to do it..i had bucks saved so it wasnt a big deal
A few years ago we warned the company that were were going to walk off the job at midnight if negotiations between the company and the Union weren't solved. No progress was made so we walked. I loved the priceless looks on the supervisors faces when everybody put down anything they were doing and just walked off the job.
In High School I got a job as a "car jockey" at a car dealership, moving cars in the lot from the front to the back and vice versa. On my third day, I crashed a truck into another vehicle. The boss was pissed (with reason). They then asked me to go pickup dinner, which they didn't think I could fuck up. Well, as I was carrying it from my car to the dealership, the bag broke and the Italian dinners spilled all over the parking lot. Luckily, nobody noticed. I scooped up the dinners back into their respective aluminum trays, sand and all (which I stirred back into the dinners).
The next day I decided not to go back, ultimately quitting without quitting. Finally, a week later I had the nerve to go back and tried to get paid for the three days I did work. When I said to the boss that I was there to pickup my check, I told him it didn't workout for me. His response, "Didn't workout for you? Are you kidding me? What about my truck? I would say it didn't workout for me.". With my tail between my legs, I turned and left w/shame.
The next day I decided not to go back, ultimately quitting without quitting. Finally, a week later I had the nerve to go back and tried to get paid for the three days I did work. When I said to the boss that I was there to pickup my check, I told him it didn't workout for me. His response, "Didn't workout for you? Are you kidding me? What about my truck? I would say it didn't workout for me.". With my tail between my legs, I turned and left w/shame.
In my own defense, it was the only job I was a pussy about quitting. Any other jobs I had when I was younger, I left responsibly. More so, I have been at the same company now for 19.5 years, currently in mid-management for a Fortune 500 company. Ironically, when we received our bonus numbers last week, I was tempted to tell them all to go fuck themselves. However, there is a lot more on the table now than a free Italian dinner, namely deferred comp and insurance. It wouldn't be the rsponsible thing for a husband and father to do to his family...though I sure was tempted.
