I was working when I got the call that my partner of 7 years had been in a terrible car accident while visiting family in Florida. He was in the hospital and his mother called me to tell me he wasn’t awake yet.
I was obviously devastated and scared out of my mind. Told my coworkers and boss because it was obvious I was panicking and they told me to take the rest of the weekend off so i could deal with things and prepare and clean his apartment for when/if he got back. Specifically, they said to come back Monday and it was a Friday.
Next day I was cleaning up his apartment when I got the call from my boss screaming about why I hadn’t come into work that day. I told him that I recalled him telling me to take the weekend off and come back Monday. He said to come to work immediately because they needed me.
Against my better judgment and my emotional state I showed up and clocked in. Boss came up to me, threw the stack of checks down on the counter that had just come in, and told me, “if you do that again youre fired.” This was someone who had never yelled at me before, or even dared speak to me in any stern way. Prior to my arrival their store was an absolute mess and I spent all of my free time, what little there was, reorganizing and cleaning and setting up new systems. For some reason, the fact he chose to start speaking to me this way, and demanding my attention *now*, at that time? It just made me snap. A chord was struck and it resonated, *strong*. I got the message clearly. He was one of those bosses who became controlling of any one who became of value to him and his business. The moment you aren’t available when they need, or even wanted you to be, they were going to make you feel bad about it so you were afraid to ask for more personal time, or any other leniencies that took you away from work.
I was literally reeling. Saw red. The moment he turned his back I snatched my check, walked out with a full line of customers at the counter and the phone going off with incoming orders and drove off. He blew up my phone all day. Never came back or called back.
Fortunately, he made it home safe and healed up fine. Unfortunately, he passed away on our anniversary a few years later. I regret every moment I passed up to spend time with him over that job, or, any job, for that matter. I know barely anyone is going to read this now that it’s buried under a pile of other comments. But it still felt nice to type it out.
The weekend comes up and lo and behold, I’m scheduled doubles Friday through Sunday. I hunt down the manger and say I can’t do that and I’ve given months notice. She pulls the “requests are just requests not guarantees” and I tell her point blank I will fail this class if I don’t go. She shrugged she said “that isn’t my problem”. I told her “is now” and left. Like hell I was going fail a class for my masters degree waiting tables at a f*****g Rainforest Cafe
Bored Panda got in touch with Farhan Raja, who is the founder of one of the world’s leading career and interview coaching specialists and a career coach. He kindly agreed to share his professional insights regarding this topic.
To begin with, we asked Farhan to share the key red flags that indicate when an employee should consider quitting their job, and the first one he listed was ‘Your manager is gaslighting you’. He added that many people are bullied by their managers in a subtle and manipulative way.
“The most common being gaslighting, which can have a huge negative impact on your self-esteem and confidence. For example, you’ve completed an amazing piece of work which everyone appreciates yet your manager is still finding faults. You’re constantly being told you’re not working hard enough even though you are.”
I was tired of doing a 3 person job. My boss following me around, calling me at home during meetings when I was sick, talking to me outside the bathroom door was making me crazy.
I came back from vacation one day to find piles & piles of work that other people could have done.
I quit, packed my s**t & left.🖕
Another red flag is lack of respect for personal boundaries. Farhan pointed out that since a job is a profession, maintaining one’s professionalism is essential to proper behavior and etiquette at work. If your coworkers are going too far in probing personal matters or making negative comments about your appearance or dressing, then it’s not a healthy work environment to be in.
And finally – blame culture. “If you find that there is a lack of ownership from colleagues, always blaming incomplete work or mistakes on others, it is usually a sign that there is a lack of productivity, where staff are more focused on how to do as little work as possible than be productive,” he emphasized.
I said ok and went to transfer my tables. I was over it. I had worked there 3 years and the owners were alcoholics that treated us like garbage and spent all the company on themselves instead of getting ingredients to make food or paying their employees. The other waitress came back out and said our boss wanted me back in the office. I went in and they said “put your apron back on, you’re not fired”. I said “you’re both f*****g crazy if you think you can treat people the way you do and expect them to want to work for you” and I walked out. As I was leaving they came out behind me saying I would regret it and was never allowed back if I left. I threw up my middle fingers and kept walking.
Funny part is I let my boyfriend take my car to work that night so I had to walk a mile home and break into my house🤣
Worked my a*s off, graduated, and the boss said “Yeeeeeaaaah, were going to move you to Customer Service. Sound good?”
Stayed late that night drafting a company wide “F**k you” email.
Probably shouldn’t have done that in hindsight, but some bridges just beg to be burned.
Got told by my boss that he doesn’t give a s**t if I don’t have time to spend with my son. Quit on the spot.
Now, speaking about the toxic environment’s impact on a person, the career coach shared that it can actually affect mental health and well-being in many ways. “You take your work problems home and they start having a negative impact on your personal life and family.” He added that you will find family and friends saying that you don’t seem yourself or you find yourself taking your anger and frustration out on loved ones.
Additionally, it can reduce your overall quality of life. “If you’re not happy at work, it means that you’re not happy for 1/3 of your day and when you consider that the other 1/3 is sleeping, it actually means half of your day is passing by with you being unhappy and stressed,” Farhan pointed out.
“This continuous persistence of unhappiness and stress can lead to depression or stress-related illnesses caused by a toxic work environment.”
And finally, Farhan says that “If a workplace is toxic I always recommend that you leave, but, and this is a big but! Make sure you have an exit plan. This means you set yourself a target to leave your current job for a new role in the next 3 months.”
“What this does is create a light at the end of the tunnel but also ensures that you take a strategic approach. Your rational mind is in control of the process and not your emotions, so you’re able to move to a bigger and better job rather than any old job just to get away from your current toxic environment,” he notes.
Don’t forget to check out Farhan’s interview coaching website!
Saying “good morning” was apparently enough to set him off and he picked up a wrench from the table and threw it at my head.
I ducked…it missed…then I just closed my toolbox and wheeled it to the truck lol
And what do you think about these stories? Have you ever found yourself in a similar situation? Share your thoughts below!
My fiancé had been hospitalized for 16 months after a car accident.
When she passed away my boss would not let me have time off for bereavement because we were not legally married.
My grandmother died about six months into the job. I texted my manager to tell him I’d be taking my three days of bereavement as allowed by the union. I even apologized for the inconvenience, as though I could control my grandmother’s death. He called me the day after she died accusing me of lying, saying I was lazy and just wanted the time off. Keep in mind I’d never called out before or even been more than 5 minutes late to a shift. I sent him medical documentation proving she’d had a stroke during the night and passed away. He called me back and said fine, I could have that day off, but he better see me the next day (my third day of union-protected bereavement) or I’d be fired.
Stricken with grief but terrified of losing my job, I drove the two hours back to my apartment from the grandmother’s house that night. The next morning I went into work tired and melancholy. He b***hed at me to smile because no one wants to buy cell phones from a sad girl. I plastered on a smile and hit the sales floor. At lunchtime I cried my eyes out in my car. Reapplied my makeup. Went back to work with my fake smile. I was in the middle of helping a customer when he comes bouldering up to the table and starts asking the customer all the same questions I had to see what products they’d be eligible for. The customer was baffled and told him I’d already covered everything and that no further help was necessary. He went on a rant about what a terrible, useless employee I was.
I looked at the customer and deadpan said, “I’m so sorry to leave you with him, but as of this moment, I quit.” The manager followed me to the break room, shouting and raving while I gathered my purse, turned in my equipment, and clocked out. He followed me to my car still berating me. Finally that same customer I walked away from came out and physically stood between me and the manager so I could get in my car and drive away. The manager proceeded to call me every day for a week and leave abusive voicemails about me “missing shifts” because he “didn’t accept my resignation”. He even called me the day of my grandmother’s funeral and said now that she’d been cremated, I had no excuse not to come back to work.
F**k AT&T and f**k that douche Jeremy. I hope he eventually got a taste of his own medicine.
…obviously that wasn’t THE STRAW, just the recognition that there was to be no more straws.
At another job at a clinic, I quit after a month because they made me do a solo receptionist shift without training me on what I needed to do to open the clinic, and then I got yelled at for not knowing what to do. In front of patients. It was so bad, some of the patients came up to me after and asked if I was ok.
I sat there in astonishment for about two seconds, then stood up and left. Cleared out my desk, exited through the back door without a word to anyone.
There’s no place for that conduct in the professional world even if the guy does own the company.
There were lots of issues before that but that was the final sign that the manager was completely uninterested in reason.
In the next few weeks nearly everyone else quit, then the manager was finally fired.
Then we get a new security company. All the supervisors are fired and new ones from the new company are brought in. Suddenly I’m working 5 graves. I ask for a change to swing. No dice. They offer to move me to a different site. It’s 5 graves again.
I find out my old supervisor is now working as security manager at a local mall. I give him a call and he offers me a job. I took it.
Grabbed my uniform from the old company. Drove to the office. Walked it. dropped my uniform on the director’s desk, turned and walked out. Went down to the mall and picked up my new uniform.
It was a management position at a residential mental health facility and I had taken it (leaving a great paying but stressful position) because it wouldn’t require travel and was supposed to be much more laid back. On top of many other issues I ended up having to work eight weeks straight without a single day off (even weekends and one holiday) so after a very heated meeting with upper management where one person was flat out lying to cover their own butt, I sent a resignation email from the parking lot.
I’m a physician who does procedures. This business was composed of several outpatient offices. Specifically, we did a high volume of peripheral arterial interventions and dialysis access maintenance. We also performed vascular ultrasounds. In the first month, I watched my colleague sign off on numerous ultrasounds that he had not interpreted (only a preliminary from Sonographer). All these were billed for physician interpretation, which is fraud. After that, I started to realize that a large number of our procedures were not indicated. Patient data such as tests, symptoms, labs etc were fabricated and modified to trigger us to say yes to cases. I started noticing a lot of normal angiograms, which didn’t make sense. Then, they pushed us to always perform an intervention, usually atherectomy, because that’s the highest reimbursement, around $20,000. There was inadequate equipment and only one nurse for every procedure (who was also the office manager, billing dept, receptionist). The ultrasound unit was damaged and images sub-diagnostic at best. The EMR was from the early 2000s. Ultrasound and angiogram images were often deleted, tampered with, or swapped between patients so if there was ever an audit… the fraud wouldn’t stand out. Oh, and the angiographic equipment (X-ray, table, etc) hadn’t been inspected or certified for years. I voiced my concerns. Nothing was done. The company existed solely to generate profit, with no regard for patients. I witnessed complications from procedures that didn’t even to happen in the first place. After enough of this, I went to work and suddenly quit at about 2 PM. The company was also already under a corporate integrity agreement. The appropriate regulatory agencies were notified. They’re still business as of today, but it won’t be for long.
It was always something different with him, some ridiculous new rule that he applied retroactively to suit whatever mood he was in on any given day. And that particular morning, he took it as a personal insult and a show of blatant disrespect that his employees didn’t arrive early.
I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t fire this woman, who I didn’t even particularly like, to satisfy this new whim of his. So instead of firing her, I marched into his office and quit myself.
Funnily enough, the woman I wouldn’t fire continued working for him for years. She might even still be there now, twenty-some years later.
My manager started snapping her fingers in my face, 3 inches away from my eyes saying in a slow drall “youuuu’re doinnnng it wroooong, hellloooo that’s not how I told you to do iiiit” when I was folding the shirts somewhat slower and less optimally than I was shown (though achieving the same fold-also it was my third week and one of 20 folds I had to learn on that job).
I walked right then and there.
I had booked off 3 days over a weekend. Got called on day 2 at 7am telling me I was late. Got there and was told I was on the 11am start… then it got changed to 4pm when I went in again… Then got changed to 11pm when I went in for 4pm… And when I went in for 11pm it was changed AGAIN to actually have me off for the 3 days.
4 schedule changes in 24hrs. Laws here say 1 week minimum notice, that owner would change the schedule AFTER you clocked out to say you worked shorter hours on a regular basis and you pretty much had to check at 7am to see if you were on for the day.
I had my choice words, told em I’d be back in 2 weeks for my paycheck.
ETA: he hired me without any experience because he knew he could lowball me. I got paid pennies for what someone with experience would get paid. 😀
The problem was that my boss REFUSED to do direct deposit (this was two years ago, so it’s not like DD was unheard of), and she’d hand us out checks on Monday. I’d been on-call the weekend prior to payday, and it was really busy, particularly Sunday night. I was out from like 8 pm until 6 am picking up corpses, so on Monday I called out because I didn’t want to drive a full shift on zero hours of sleep. Well, in my constant sleep deprivation, I’d forgotten I was supposed to get paid. That Friday, I was talking to a coworker on our way to a pickup and mentioned how I couldn’t wait to get paid next week, and he gave me this look and told me we got paid on Monday, and asked if I’d never gotten my check. So at the end of the day I went to my boss and asked, and she just laughed and “joked” that she’d wondered when I would ask for it and had hoped I’d just forgotten.
So her playing cute with my checks was the beginning of the end. Then next payday, she sat us all down and explained that from here on out, drivers were not allowed to call out simply because they’d worked all night before. By this point, she’d driven off all the other transporters and was down to me and one other dude full-time, with another transporter coming in two days a week, and her business couldn’t function if either of us called out. So I got my check from her, and then at the end of the day (I ended up working till 10 pm that night) I left her a note saying I quit effective immediately and to mail me my last check.
A few months later, the other driver texted me and told me that she’d never replaced me, and that he’d quit and got hired at another funeral home and convinced the part-time driver to go with him. I just checked the website and apparently they’re still open, idk how they managed with nobody to get the corpses.
Wanted to take long service leave holidays, but got denied because “we’re too busy right now.”
A few months later, wanted to take long service leave holidays, but got denied because “we’re too busy right now.”
A few months later, wanted to take long service leave holidays, but got denied because “we’re too busy right now.” I replied to that email with my resignation, handed in my pass to security, and walked out the door.
UPDATE: apparently restarting fixed the “broken” dishwasher. So that’s at least one problem off my back
He gave me literally 72 hours worth of work and insisted it be completed in 36 hours. When I pointed the inconsistency out he said, DO WHAT YOU CAN. And when I submitted it he called me, from vacation, to scream at me about mistakes.
I deleted everything, walked away, blocked him on everything.
ETA: I mean 72 BUSINESS hours and 36 calendar hours
I was a community engagement officer, which basically means I took a disabled adult out in the community to achieve certain goals (ie, grocery shopping, some basic concept of money and rudimentary budgeting, exc). He was fine. His mom was a pill. The sort of pill that has been abusing underpayed staff at underfunded social services for entire decades, to the point her grip on what the world owed her (for free) was…heavily screwed. Also, all she ever did for herself was sit on her bum in front of Netflix all day.
She would call, almost always after I had wrapped up for the day and was driving him home, to demand that I stop at a convenience store for cigarettes/booze, or a specific fast food joint on the other side of town because I am apparently a free personal courier. My favorite moment was when she actually had me pick up cigarettes and drop them off at her cousins’, because why not get the whole family in on abusing impoverished public servants? I tried to set simple boundaries with her (you can ask me when I am leaving for x,y, and x), and she would just show her a*s so much (oh, I don’t know when I’ll be needing cigarettes. I just call when I do! Oh, I can’t afford instacart or Uber, even though my kid and I easily eat a grand in fast food a month, my car is $500/month, and we haven’t even started talking about booze and cigs. No, paying people for their labor is where I need to cut my corners!). So, I cut her off. She continues to pretend she doesn’t understand that she is cut off, like a five year old.
Anyway, she demands that I go to a convenience store and get her cigarettes. I say no. And then this b***h sits on her fat a*s, yards away from a $500/month car, and proceeds to text her kid to harass me for what she thought she was owed. It occurred to me that no $10/hr gig was worth it. So, I dropped him off at her place and told her I was glad she was going to be twitching and sweating all night.
I’m still owed money from that job, that I will likely never see.
Had to drive to a site, directions were wrong, ended up having to walk a mile in North Texas in July with 35 pounds of materials.
ETA: This is pre-cell phone.
Worked at a korean bbq resturant. They said since I was unexperienced they will cut my wages. Hired me as a server and Made me clean toilets and grills all day. 12 hour shift, gave me 9.45 in cash. Quit on the spot
I was told I wasn’t working hard enough after months of 70+ hour weeks being salaried doing multiple people’s jobs. I had asked multiple times to hire someone else, I knew we had the budget on the job. I agreed to work harder and called mom to vent because I was so angry. During the call she texted my then boyfriend, now husband, to go to me because she genuinely thought I was going to [end] myself. I’ll admit I was hysterical so I get why she was worried.
When he told me that I called my boss back and quit with no notice.
What was even more f****d up is a few days later I was asked to call my former boss to calm her down and say it wasn’t her fault. I didn’t but I did calmly explain how she burned me out and multiple people needed to be hired to cover the workload I was doing otherwise the same thing would happen again.
I was sweating my tits off at a convenience store, in the back room washing dishes or some f*****g thing and this b****y lady I worked with came in, saw me sweating to death, and then went back out and told people I was washing my hair in the sink with the dishes. I said f**k it, this place sucks, and I just never went back. I went back to work at McDonald’s after that
This just happened last week-
I was driving a shuttle bus for a retirement community and the maintenance department manager accused me of drinking on the job.
It was an absolutely out-of-pocket accusation without a shred of proof other than his claim of “smelling it on me”
There are hand sanitizer stations next to every f*****g time clock and I use them.
I said- “I’ll take a f*****g breathalyzer test right now. Let’s go.” And he balked. Pretended like he didn’t just f*****g accuse me of putting the residents lives at risk and then expected me to finish my shift.
I noped the f**k out of there and went straight to calling out sick for the next week until they fired me for “no call no showing for an entire week.”
Check your f*****g voicemails, prick. F**k that f*****g place with a soiled catheter.
When I realized I was running the bosses business, and he balked on my timesheet.
I was exhausted, had been working 50+ hour weeks, and couldn’t wait until Christmas break. I was the only person out of 25 required to work Saturday mornings on a 6-week fundraiser in addition to my regular hours. Others were only scheduled once. I was scheduled all six Saturdays. Finally, a foreign colleague wanted to work Christmas so she could go to her home country early in the next year. The entire office was supposed to be closed for those two weeks. The boss picked me to be with her and refused to let me say no. I didn’t want to take a break later when the rest of my family would’ve been off over Christmas. And I couldn’t bear to have waited another two weeks as I was barely hanging on right then. She wouldn’t let it go so I quit. The boss decided to work with her herself. That was fine with me. The mystery is why it had to be me or her out of 25 co-workers. Well, not my problem.
I was obviously devastated and scared out of my mind. Told my coworkers and boss because it was obvious I was panicking and they told me to take the rest of the weekend off so i could deal with things and prepare and clean his apartment for when/if he got back. Specifically, they said to come back Monday and it was a Friday.
Next day I was cleaning up his apartment when I got the call from my boss screaming about why I hadn't come into work that day. I told him that I recalled him telling me to take the weekend off and come back Monday. He said to come to work immediately because they needed me.
Against my better judgment and my emotional state I showed up and clocked in. Boss came up to me, threw the stack of checks down on the counter that had just come in, and told me, "if you do that again youre fired." This was someone who had never yelled at me before, or even dared speak to me in any stern way. Prior to my arrival their store was an absolute mess and I spent all of my free time, what little there was, reorganizing and cleaning and setting up new systems. For some reason, the fact he chose to start speaking to me this way, and demanding my attention *now*, at that time? It just made me snap. A chord was struck and it resonated, *strong*. I got the message clearly. He was one of those bosses who became controlling of any one who became of value to him and his business. The moment you aren't available when they need, or even wanted you to be, they were going to make you feel bad about it so you were afraid to ask for more personal time, or any other leniencies that took you away from work.
I was literally reeling. Saw red. The moment he turned his back I snatched my check, walked out with a full line of customers at the counter and the phone going off with incoming orders and drove off. He blew up my phone all day. Never came back or called back.
Fortunately, he made it home safe and healed up fine. Unfortunately, he passed away on our anniversary a few years later. I regret every moment I passed up to spend time with him over that job, or, any job, for that matter. I know barely anyone is going to read this now that it's buried under a pile of other comments. But it still felt nice to type it out.
The weekend comes up and lo and behold, I’m scheduled doubles Friday through Sunday. I hunt down the manger and say I can’t do that and I’ve given months notice. She pulls the “requests are just requests not guarantees” and I tell her point blank I will fail this class if I don’t go. She shrugged she said “that isn’t my problem”. I told her “is now” and left. Like hell I was going fail a class for my masters degree waiting tables at a f*****g Rainforest Cafe
Bored Panda got in touch with Farhan Raja, who is the founder of one of the world’s leading career and interview coaching specialists and a career coach. He kindly agreed to share his professional insights regarding this topic.
To begin with, we asked Farhan to share the key red flags that indicate when an employee should consider quitting their job, and the first one he listed was ‘Your manager is gaslighting you’. He added that many people are bullied by their managers in a subtle and manipulative way.
“The most common being gaslighting, which can have a huge negative impact on your self-esteem and confidence. For example, you’ve completed an amazing piece of work which everyone appreciates yet your manager is still finding faults. You’re constantly being told you’re not working hard enough even though you are.”
I was tired of doing a 3 person job. My boss following me around, calling me at home during meetings when I was sick, talking to me outside the bathroom door was making me crazy.
I came back from vacation one day to find piles & piles of work that other people could have done.
I quit, packed my s**t & left.🖕
Another red flag is lack of respect for personal boundaries. Farhan pointed out that since a job is a profession, maintaining one's professionalism is essential to proper behavior and etiquette at work. If your coworkers are going too far in probing personal matters or making negative comments about your appearance or dressing, then it’s not a healthy work environment to be in.
And finally - blame culture. “If you find that there is a lack of ownership from colleagues, always blaming incomplete work or mistakes on others, it is usually a sign that there is a lack of productivity, where staff are more focused on how to do as little work as possible than be productive,” he emphasized.
I said ok and went to transfer my tables. I was over it. I had worked there 3 years and the owners were alcoholics that treated us like garbage and spent all the company on themselves instead of getting ingredients to make food or paying their employees. The other waitress came back out and said our boss wanted me back in the office. I went in and they said "put your apron back on, you're not fired". I said "you're both f*****g crazy if you think you can treat people the way you do and expect them to want to work for you" and I walked out. As I was leaving they came out behind me saying I would regret it and was never allowed back if I left. I threw up my middle fingers and kept walking.
Funny part is I let my boyfriend take my car to work that night so I had to walk a mile home and break into my house🤣
Worked my a*s off, graduated, and the boss said "Yeeeeeaaaah, were going to move you to Customer Service. Sound good?"
Stayed late that night drafting a company wide "F**k you" email.
Probably shouldn't have done that in hindsight, but some bridges just beg to be burned.
Got told by my boss that he doesn't give a s**t if I don't have time to spend with my son. Quit on the spot.
Now, speaking about the toxic environment’s impact on a person, the career coach shared that it can actually affect mental health and well-being in many ways. “You take your work problems home and they start having a negative impact on your personal life and family.” He added that you will find family and friends saying that you don’t seem yourself or you find yourself taking your anger and frustration out on loved ones.
Additionally, it can reduce your overall quality of life. “If you're not happy at work, it means that you’re not happy for 1/3 of your day and when you consider that the other 1/3 is sleeping, it actually means half of your day is passing by with you being unhappy and stressed,” Farhan pointed out.
“This continuous persistence of unhappiness and stress can lead to depression or stress-related illnesses caused by a toxic work environment.”
And finally, Farhan says that “If a workplace is toxic I always recommend that you leave, but, and this is a big but! Make sure you have an exit plan. This means you set yourself a target to leave your current job for a new role in the next 3 months.”
“What this does is create a light at the end of the tunnel but also ensures that you take a strategic approach. Your rational mind is in control of the process and not your emotions, so you’re able to move to a bigger and better job rather than any old job just to get away from your current toxic environment,” he notes.
Don’t forget to check out Farhan’s interview coaching website!
Saying “good morning” was apparently enough to set him off and he picked up a wrench from the table and threw it at my head.
I ducked…it missed…then I just closed my toolbox and wheeled it to the truck lol
And what do you think about these stories? Have you ever found yourself in a similar situation? Share your thoughts below!
My fiancé had been hospitalized for 16 months after a car accident.
When she passed away my boss would not let me have time off for bereavement because we were not legally married.
My grandmother died about six months into the job. I texted my manager to tell him I'd be taking my three days of bereavement as allowed by the union. I even apologized for the inconvenience, as though I could control my grandmother's death. He called me the day after she died accusing me of lying, saying I was lazy and just wanted the time off. Keep in mind I'd never called out before or even been more than 5 minutes late to a shift. I sent him medical documentation proving she'd had a stroke during the night and passed away. He called me back and said fine, I could have that day off, but he better see me the next day (my third day of union-protected bereavement) or I'd be fired.
Stricken with grief but terrified of losing my job, I drove the two hours back to my apartment from the grandmother's house that night. The next morning I went into work tired and melancholy. He b***hed at me to smile because no one wants to buy cell phones from a sad girl. I plastered on a smile and hit the sales floor. At lunchtime I cried my eyes out in my car. Reapplied my makeup. Went back to work with my fake smile. I was in the middle of helping a customer when he comes bouldering up to the table and starts asking the customer all the same questions I had to see what products they'd be eligible for. The customer was baffled and told him I'd already covered everything and that no further help was necessary. He went on a rant about what a terrible, useless employee I was.
I looked at the customer and deadpan said, "I'm so sorry to leave you with him, but as of this moment, I quit." The manager followed me to the break room, shouting and raving while I gathered my purse, turned in my equipment, and clocked out. He followed me to my car still berating me. Finally that same customer I walked away from came out and physically stood between me and the manager so I could get in my car and drive away. The manager proceeded to call me every day for a week and leave abusive voicemails about me "missing shifts" because he "didn't accept my resignation". He even called me the day of my grandmother's funeral and said now that she'd been cremated, I had no excuse not to come back to work.
F**k AT&T and f**k that douche Jeremy. I hope he eventually got a taste of his own medicine.
...obviously that wasn't THE STRAW, just the recognition that there was to be no more straws.
At another job at a clinic, I quit after a month because they made me do a solo receptionist shift without training me on what I needed to do to open the clinic, and then I got yelled at for not knowing what to do. In front of patients. It was so bad, some of the patients came up to me after and asked if I was ok.
I sat there in astonishment for about two seconds, then stood up and left. Cleared out my desk, exited through the back door without a word to anyone.
There's no place for that conduct in the professional world even if the guy does own the company.
There were lots of issues before that but that was the final sign that the manager was completely uninterested in reason.
In the next few weeks nearly everyone else quit, then the manager was finally fired.
Then we get a new security company. All the supervisors are fired and new ones from the new company are brought in. Suddenly I'm working 5 graves. I ask for a change to swing. No dice. They offer to move me to a different site. It's 5 graves again.
I find out my old supervisor is now working as security manager at a local mall. I give him a call and he offers me a job. I took it.
Grabbed my uniform from the old company. Drove to the office. Walked it. dropped my uniform on the director's desk, turned and walked out. Went down to the mall and picked up my new uniform.
It was a management position at a residential mental health facility and I had taken it (leaving a great paying but stressful position) because it wouldn't require travel and was supposed to be much more laid back. On top of many other issues I ended up having to work eight weeks straight without a single day off (even weekends and one holiday) so after a very heated meeting with upper management where one person was flat out lying to cover their own butt, I sent a resignation email from the parking lot.
I’m a physician who does procedures. This business was composed of several outpatient offices. Specifically, we did a high volume of peripheral arterial interventions and dialysis access maintenance. We also performed vascular ultrasounds. In the first month, I watched my colleague sign off on numerous ultrasounds that he had not interpreted (only a preliminary from Sonographer). All these were billed for physician interpretation, which is fraud. After that, I started to realize that a large number of our procedures were not indicated. Patient data such as tests, symptoms, labs etc were fabricated and modified to trigger us to say yes to cases. I started noticing a lot of normal angiograms, which didn’t make sense. Then, they pushed us to always perform an intervention, usually atherectomy, because that’s the highest reimbursement, around $20,000. There was inadequate equipment and only one nurse for every procedure (who was also the office manager, billing dept, receptionist). The ultrasound unit was damaged and images sub-diagnostic at best. The EMR was from the early 2000s. Ultrasound and angiogram images were often deleted, tampered with, or swapped between patients so if there was ever an audit… the fraud wouldn’t stand out. Oh, and the angiographic equipment (X-ray, table, etc) hadn’t been inspected or certified for years. I voiced my concerns. Nothing was done. The company existed solely to generate profit, with no regard for patients. I witnessed complications from procedures that didn’t even to happen in the first place. After enough of this, I went to work and suddenly quit at about 2 PM. The company was also already under a corporate integrity agreement. The appropriate regulatory agencies were notified. They’re still business as of today, but it won’t be for long.
It was always something different with him, some ridiculous new rule that he applied retroactively to suit whatever mood he was in on any given day. And that particular morning, he took it as a personal insult and a show of blatant disrespect that his employees didn’t arrive early.
I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t fire this woman, who I didn’t even particularly like, to satisfy this new whim of his. So instead of firing her, I marched into his office and quit myself.
Funnily enough, the woman I wouldn’t fire continued working for him for years. She might even still be there now, twenty-some years later.
My manager started snapping her fingers in my face, 3 inches away from my eyes saying in a slow drall "youuuu're doinnnng it wroooong, hellloooo that's not how I told you to do iiiit" when I was folding the shirts somewhat slower and less optimally than I was shown (though achieving the same fold-also it was my third week and one of 20 folds I had to learn on that job).
I walked right then and there.
I had booked off 3 days over a weekend. Got called on day 2 at 7am telling me I was late. Got there and was told I was on the 11am start... then it got changed to 4pm when I went in again... Then got changed to 11pm when I went in for 4pm... And when I went in for 11pm it was changed AGAIN to actually have me off for the 3 days.
4 schedule changes in 24hrs. Laws here say 1 week minimum notice, that owner would change the schedule AFTER you clocked out to say you worked shorter hours on a regular basis and you pretty much had to check at 7am to see if you were on for the day.
I had my choice words, told em I'd be back in 2 weeks for my paycheck.
ETA: he hired me without any experience because he knew he could lowball me. I got paid pennies for what someone with experience would get paid. 😀
The problem was that my boss REFUSED to do direct deposit (this was two years ago, so it’s not like DD was unheard of), and she’d hand us out checks on Monday. I’d been on-call the weekend prior to payday, and it was really busy, particularly Sunday night. I was out from like 8 pm until 6 am picking up corpses, so on Monday I called out because I didn’t want to drive a full shift on zero hours of sleep. Well, in my constant sleep deprivation, I’d forgotten I was supposed to get paid. That Friday, I was talking to a coworker on our way to a pickup and mentioned how I couldn’t wait to get paid next week, and he gave me this look and told me we got paid on Monday, and asked if I’d never gotten my check. So at the end of the day I went to my boss and asked, and she just laughed and “joked” that she’d wondered when I would ask for it and had hoped I’d just forgotten.
So her playing cute with my checks was the beginning of the end. Then next payday, she sat us all down and explained that from here on out, drivers were not allowed to call out simply because they’d worked all night before. By this point, she’d driven off all the other transporters and was down to me and one other dude full-time, with another transporter coming in two days a week, and her business couldn’t function if either of us called out. So I got my check from her, and then at the end of the day (I ended up working till 10 pm that night) I left her a note saying I quit effective immediately and to mail me my last check.
A few months later, the other driver texted me and told me that she’d never replaced me, and that he’d quit and got hired at another funeral home and convinced the part-time driver to go with him. I just checked the website and apparently they’re still open, idk how they managed with nobody to get the corpses.
Wanted to take long service leave holidays, but got denied because "we're too busy right now."
A few months later, wanted to take long service leave holidays, but got denied because "we're too busy right now."
A few months later, wanted to take long service leave holidays, but got denied because "we're too busy right now." I replied to that email with my resignation, handed in my pass to security, and walked out the door.
UPDATE: apparently restarting fixed the "broken" dishwasher. So that's at least one problem off my back
He gave me literally 72 hours worth of work and insisted it be completed in 36 hours. When I pointed the inconsistency out he said, DO WHAT YOU CAN. And when I submitted it he called me, from vacation, to scream at me about mistakes.
I deleted everything, walked away, blocked him on everything.
ETA: I mean 72 BUSINESS hours and 36 calendar hours
I was a community engagement officer, which basically means I took a disabled adult out in the community to achieve certain goals (ie, grocery shopping, some basic concept of money and rudimentary budgeting, exc). He was fine. His mom was a pill. The sort of pill that has been abusing underpayed staff at underfunded social services for entire decades, to the point her grip on what the world owed her (for free) was…heavily screwed. Also, all she ever did for herself was sit on her bum in front of Netflix all day.
She would call, almost always after I had wrapped up for the day and was driving him home, to demand that I stop at a convenience store for cigarettes/booze, or a specific fast food joint on the other side of town because I am apparently a free personal courier. My favorite moment was when she actually had me pick up cigarettes and drop them off at her cousins’, because why not get the whole family in on abusing impoverished public servants? I tried to set simple boundaries with her (you can ask me when I am leaving for x,y, and x), and she would just show her a*s so much (oh, I don’t know when I’ll be needing cigarettes. I just call when I do! Oh, I can’t afford instacart or Uber, even though my kid and I easily eat a grand in fast food a month, my car is $500/month, and we haven’t even started talking about booze and cigs. No, paying people for their labor is where I need to cut my corners!). So, I cut her off. She continues to pretend she doesn’t understand that she is cut off, like a five year old.
Anyway, she demands that I go to a convenience store and get her cigarettes. I say no. And then this b***h sits on her fat a*s, yards away from a $500/month car, and proceeds to text her kid to harass me for what she thought she was owed. It occurred to me that no $10/hr gig was worth it. So, I dropped him off at her place and told her I was glad she was going to be twitching and sweating all night.
I’m still owed money from that job, that I will likely never see.
Had to drive to a site, directions were wrong, ended up having to walk a mile in North Texas in July with 35 pounds of materials.
ETA: This is pre-cell phone.
Worked at a korean bbq resturant. They said since I was unexperienced they will cut my wages. Hired me as a server and Made me clean toilets and grills all day. 12 hour shift, gave me 9.45 in cash. Quit on the spot
I was told I wasn't working hard enough after months of 70+ hour weeks being salaried doing multiple people's jobs. I had asked multiple times to hire someone else, I knew we had the budget on the job. I agreed to work harder and called mom to vent because I was so angry. During the call she texted my then boyfriend, now husband, to go to me because she genuinely thought I was going to [end] myself. I'll admit I was hysterical so I get why she was worried.
When he told me that I called my boss back and quit with no notice.
What was even more f****d up is a few days later I was asked to call my former boss to calm her down and say it wasn't her fault. I didn't but I did calmly explain how she burned me out and multiple people needed to be hired to cover the workload I was doing otherwise the same thing would happen again.
I was sweating my tits off at a convenience store, in the back room washing dishes or some f*****g thing and this b****y lady I worked with came in, saw me sweating to death, and then went back out and told people I was washing my hair in the sink with the dishes. I said f**k it, this place sucks, and I just never went back. I went back to work at McDonald's after that
This just happened last week-
I was driving a shuttle bus for a retirement community and the maintenance department manager accused me of drinking on the job.
It was an absolutely out-of-pocket accusation without a shred of proof other than his claim of “smelling it on me”
There are hand sanitizer stations next to every f*****g time clock and I use them.
I said- “I’ll take a f*****g breathalyzer test right now. Let’s go.” And he balked. Pretended like he didn’t just f*****g accuse me of putting the residents lives at risk and then expected me to finish my shift.
I noped the f**k out of there and went straight to calling out sick for the next week until they fired me for “no call no showing for an entire week.”
Check your f*****g voicemails, prick. F**k that f*****g place with a soiled catheter.
When I realized I was running the bosses business, and he balked on my timesheet.
I was exhausted, had been working 50+ hour weeks, and couldn’t wait until Christmas break. I was the only person out of 25 required to work Saturday mornings on a 6-week fundraiser in addition to my regular hours. Others were only scheduled once. I was scheduled all six Saturdays. Finally, a foreign colleague wanted to work Christmas so she could go to her home country early in the next year. The entire office was supposed to be closed for those two weeks. The boss picked me to be with her and refused to let me say no. I didn’t want to take a break later when the rest of my family would’ve been off over Christmas. And I couldn’t bear to have waited another two weeks as I was barely hanging on right then. She wouldn’t let it go so I quit. The boss decided to work with her herself. That was fine with me. The mystery is why it had to be me or her out of 25 co-workers. Well, not my problem.
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