July 1, 2023 | Violet Newbury

I Rage Quit My Job


People are sick and tired of working under terrible conditions or for horrible people, and they’re just not having it anymore.  These Redditors had enough and happily told their bosses to shove it. Keep reading to discover what pushed them to the edge and made them join today’s masses in rage quitting their jobs.


1. Done Duping Customers

I worked at a call center in inbound sales. They told me I needed to have higher sales numbers and gave me training materials/tools to help. That's when I realized that this place was shady. It suggested that if the customer wanted only one service we offered, I add on other services after the call had ended and hope that the customer didn't notice.

I questioned this, and they said that is how Dave had the highest sales for the past six months, and I should follow his example. Yeahhhhh....No.

Beautiful consultant of call center wearing  headphones on gray backgroundRoman Samborskyi, Shutterstock

2. The Last Straw

My first job was at the snack stand at the local movie theater. The manager was an old guy who looked down on everyone, especially if they were younger and female. So after a few months of dealing with this jerk, one night it was really slow. I had cleaned the entire area and had nothing to do.

He walked by and dumped EVERY straw on the floor and told me to pick them up. I said up yours and walked out.

Beautiful young woman box office employeeRob Byron, Shutterstock

3. 

Don’t Dell Me To Stay

Dell had me train my replacements but told me I was getting my own sales team to train. I was one of their top salespeople for a year back in 1999–2000. Halfway through the two-week training, I found out they laid off my entire team, and I was going to be laid off after training.

I told my manager he could go take a hike and quit that day. But right before, I told all the new hires and many of them quit too.

Upset man in casual wear holding box with things and leaving the officeBAZA Production, Shutterstock

4. Making A Clean Getaway

I used to work as a housekeeper at a really shady hotel. It wasn’t the best job in the world, but the pay actually wasn’t that bad. The owner and his wife were horrible to everyone, especially the housekeepers. I eventually worked my way to being the head housekeeper, but they kept referring to me as a maid. I don’t know why that bothered me so much, but it did.

The rodeo was in town, and we were really busy. I had every single room to clean, and none of my other housekeepers were showing up for work. So, I asked my boss where they were and he said he gave them the day off because they’re young and had stuff to do. They were all high schoolers and I was 19 at the time.

It was summer, so he decided he wanted them to go out and have fun and leave the 65 rooms to me. I was already mad at that, but then it got worse. I got to about my 15th room. I was exhausted, and I just wanted to get one more done so I could take a break. I knocked on the door.

There was no answer, so I let myself in only to see a man standing without any clothes in the doorway. I apologized and tried to leave when he called me back. He said he wanted me to clean the room. I told him I couldn’t while he was still there and certainly not while he was in the buff. He said I had to do it, he was a guest.

I went to my boss and explained why I wasn’t cleaning that room. He told me I had to do what the customer said. If he wanted to be unclothed and in the room while I cleaned, then that’s what had to happen. I threw my cleaning rag at him, told him to buzz off, and left the rest of the rooms for him.

Half view of a Housekeeper cleaning a hotel roomRawpixel.com, Shutterstock

5. Supermarket Shambles

I needed a summer job while in high school, so I applied at a local grocery store to bag, stock, and clean. On my first day there, there was some sort of confusion as to what I was supposed to do or to whom I was to report. I was sent to the front counter, where the customer service manager gave me a till and told me to open a register.

I'd had ZERO training on a register; I didn't even know how to put the till in it. I told the lady this and was told to go do my job. A real workplace nightmare. Within about two minutes at the register, there was a line several people deep, and I was just standing there with the till in my hands.

The customer service lady came storming over, asking why I had such a line. I tried AGAIN to explain to her that I was supposed to be a stocker or whatever and that I knew nothing about operating a register. She called me stupid in front of the customers, so I handed her the till and told her to go take a hike.

I walked down the street in my uniform and got a job at another grocery store.

Girl working in store, half viewBlue Titan, Shutterstock

6. I Left Them In The Dust

My boss blew out metal dust with pressure air while I was working inside the trunk, grinding off the welds from the car trunk repair. I had a full face mask at the time, but inside the trunk, the air circulated, and metal dust blew into my eyes. I thought I was going blind at the time.

When I came back from the hospital after getting the metal out, my boss went around saying he blew it for fun, and I got hurt, then started to laugh about it. That’s when I said, up yours. I’m quitting.

Man repairing car in garageKONSTANTIN_SHISHKIN, Shutterstock

7. My Beef With McDonald’s

My first job, when I was 15, was working at McDonald's. They weren't allowed to have me working full-time, and I couldn't work past 7 PM. When I turned 16, they were supposed to automatically give me a raise, according to the corporate policy at the time. That didn't happen.

When I approached management about it about two weeks later, they apologized and said they would work on putting the paperwork in immediately. That never happened because new management came in. So, I once again asked the new management for a raise, as I was previously promised a raise twice.

They said they would work on it. Once again, never happened. I saw that BK was having open interviews on my way home. I sat down, interviewed, got the job, and told them I could start in two days. I was still scheduled to work the next day at McDonald's. I came in, did my job, and started telling all my co-workers I was done and not coming back.

Management heard and sat me down and offered to give me a $ 1.50 an hour raise. I told them my new job was still going to be paying me $1 an hour over that, then got changed out of my clothes and left.

McDonalds restaurantJill Evans, Pexels

8. Serving Up Some Satisfaction

I was a bartender and was working in a Mexican restaurant downtown. The tips were terrible because the food was bad, so we were barely ever busy. Already, I was living in NYC, making barely $400 a week, when I was used to making more than double that. At that point, I'd been there for two months, and I hated it more and more every day.

Around that time, my mother got really bad pneumonia. Due to complications, it degraded her heart, so she had to have open heart surgery to repair a valve. It was a risky procedure, and my mother was touching 65. Staff turnover at this place was incredibly high because, in addition to us making horrible money, the manager was a complete and utter moron; most staff left after a month.

So, when my mom gave me a date for her surgery, I went to my manager and gave her a basic breakdown of the situation and told her I needed four days off so I could be with my family. She said no problem, but just to play it safe, I sent emails and texts to her confirming that I indeed had those days off. She agreed. I thought, “Cool, no problem”. Well, I was wrong. 

Three days before the surgery, the schedule for the week came out, and I was scheduled throughout the entire week. I immediately went to my manager and asked what was up because I was not going to be wasting away behind this moldy, rat-infested bar in the West Village while my mom was having surgery. Her response made my blood BOIL.

This woman had the nerve to say I didn't request off at all! When I showed her my paper trail stating that yes, I did put in a request, she said, "What difference does it make if you're there? The surgery is going to have an outcome whether you're there or not".  Then, she started to rattle off how I needed to be a team player, and I was messing things up by requesting time off.

Her voice faded off, and I literally saw red. I said nothing and went back to work. This was at 5 PM. Happy hour and our rush started at 8 PM. I was the only bartender on that day. At 8:30 PM, my bar was slammed. I had a bunch of drink tickets from the servers, and it was a mess.

My manager came behind the bar, and instead of offering any assistance, she told me not to bring "home drama to work". I stared at her in disbelief for a moment, truly stunned that such a tone-deaf moron could possibly be in charge of anything.

I laughed in her stupid face and walked right out the door, and went to go see my mom, who made a full recovery.

A bartender squeezes citrus juiceDavid Tadevosian, Shutterstock

9. My Boss Was A First Class Jerk

I worked as a stock boy in the back of Hollister. I never really had interaction with customers but was still forced to buy their clothes to wear to work. They had all these rules about hairstyles, fingernails, and facial hair.

One night, I came in to start a shift at 2:30 AM to do a floor change. The shift would end around the time the store opened up. I had the slightest bit of stubble on my face, about a day and a half's worth of stubble.

My manager—at 4 AM—came up to me, and said something that just made me think "NOPE." She told me she had a problem with my facial hair and that when the mall opened up I better go buy a razor and shave before anyone saw me like that, or she would have to send me home for the night.

I basically said, "Well lucky for me, I was planning on quitting anyways. Good luck with the floor change," and walked out. I went and got a biscuit breakfast, went home, and got in bed.

A male employee in  clothing store with crossed arms and a day old beard wearing a denim shirtLDprod, Shutterstock

10. Scheming For A Leavin’

I worked for a "landscaping company" that operated more like an MLM scheme. I only worked for them for about a week. They mostly targeted students and immigrants who needed work in the summertime and would take anything, with promises like "make your own schedule" and "work outside".

They targeted desperate people, those without proper documentation even, and they paid cash, so everything was under the table. I was stupid enough to go for it when I was 18. I went to the info seminar and instantly got terrible vibes, but I figured I didn’t have anything else going on, so why not.

On the day of, they picked us up in a cube van. There were 15 people crammed inside without seatbelts, and they drove us to a location. Then, they gave us aeration machines, and we went around trying to sell plans and aerate lawns. Basically, whatever you sold, you would get to keep 10% of the money, and the company kept the other 90%. But it gets worse.

You also had to work a 15-hour day in the hot summer sun, with no supervision all day, no bathroom breaks or anything, unless you chose to take them yourself, and you'd have to find a bathroom to use, too. I did this for a few days, and the pay was miserable.

Let's say you collect $1,200. You got to keep $120 divided by 15 hours is $8/hr. At the time, the minimum wage was higher than that. The second day we went and showed up, and they drove us to another city an hour away. It was pouring rain all day, and nobody wanted to buy anything or have their lawn aerated in the pouring rain, so I ended up with nothing at the end of the day, and it was miserable.

The next time I came back, in the morning, we drove out to some suburb, and the guy gave me this talk about how last time I didn't make enough money, and I needed to pick up the slack this time because these machines were expensive, I'm clearly not trying hard enough, etc.

That got me mad, so that day, I took the aeration machine out and worked SO hard. I did my best to sell, do the aerations where I could, and worked up a sweat. I'd collected $1,800 by the end of the day. At the end of the day, you would wait at a specific spot, and they'd pick you up with the machine and bring you back to the station so you could deliver the money and get your cut. It was time for some hard-earned revenge.

Instead of going to the pickup spot, I went to the grocery store and bought a bag of sugar and poured it in the gas tank of the aeration machine, and left it by the side of the road. Then, I took the bus home and pocketed all the money. I ignored all their phone calls, and, eventually, they stopped calling.

They never took identification or social insurance numbers or anything, so they had no real proof I even worked for them in the first place. This was about 10 years ago now and my only regret is that I didn't do that the first day.

Man using gas powered aerating machine to work on a lawnThe Toidi, Shutterstock

11.  Falling Apart At The Beams

Earlier in my career in residential HVAC, I thought it would be a good idea to branch out a little, so I took a position as a lead installer at a smaller company. It wasn't particularly bad, it just wasn't in my wheelhouse and I grew to dislike installing and tried to shift back over to the service department.

My manager knew I wanted to transfer but wouldn't let me, despite my prior experience, and instead hired another tech. Part of the reason I didn't want to install anymore was because of the salesmen. They were idiots. The concept of a tape measure was completely lost on them, and there were times they'd overpromise at the expense of my assistant and me.

One day, in particular, the residential salesman had us install the wrong type of evaporator coil in an attic without taking any measurements beforehand. It didn't fit between the joists and when I asked for someone to come help, I was told to “use your imagination”. We managed to get it done, sort of, but at 5:30, it literally fell apart.

I was apoplectic, called the salesman and unloaded on him. We hacked it together just enough, and we left. The next morning at the shop, the salesman tried talking to me, and I quit on the spot. He said that we had a meeting with a Lennox rep and said, “Reconsider. Please just think about it”.

He must've thought I agreed because when I went to turn in my timesheet in the meeting room, he began to introduce me as the “lead installer and service tech when it's slow”. I had the perfect comeback. I looked at him and replied,  ”I was,"  and walked out.

Businessperson Walking Out With Exit Sign On WallAndrey_Popov, Shutterstock

12. I Flew Out Of There Fast

My first job in aircraft maintenance was for a grumpy old dirtbag. I was a completely green apprentice fresh out of school, and the old guy had no understanding of what his obligations were when taking on an apprentice. He expected me to already know everything. But that wasn't the worst part.

He'd send me to do jobs unsupervised, wouldn't provide any instruction or guidance, then would get upset if I messed something up. He chewed me out for taking too long to do stuff.

He'd occasionally call me into his office and quiz me on random things, then belittle me for not having all the answers, telling me he was going to phone up his "buddies" at the college and tell them how disappointed he was with the quality of their graduates. The guy was a total hypocrite too.

He didn't have current manuals for any of the aircraft, didn't properly track parts and hardware—he literally had a room full of random spare parts with no history—and took all sorts of shortcuts. One time, during a windscreen replacement, rather than measuring out the hardener for a sealant, he eyeballed it.

The stuff was supposed to set up in a couple of hours, but it hadn't hardened after three days, so he made me paint over it. We were supposed to cut open and inspect every oil filter we replaced, looking for metal that could indicate a failing engine.

He'd store all the old oil filters on a giant workbench without labeling them, then after a year or two, go inspect them all at once. If any had metal, there was no way of knowing which aircraft it came from. He got away with being shoddy because the Transport Canada inspector responsible for audits in that area was a friend of his.

He'd boast about how audits consisted of them chatting over doughnuts in the break room for three days. It was the last day of my probation and he called me into his office to tell me he had a "very difficult decision" about whether to keep me on. I told him I'd make it easy for him and quit on the spot.

Aircraft Maintenance Mechanic Inspecting and Working on Airplane Jet Engine in HangarGorodenkoff, Shutterstock

13. Heave-Ho For The Holidays

I was working my first serving job at an Italian restaurant.  It was three days before Christmas, so every single night we had a full house with at least one huge holiday party. I was working the regular tables and messed up on one dish. I forgot to note that the pasta was supposed to be gluten-free.

The owner of the restaurant was a total jerk but would usually only yell once and be done. I accepted my first round of yelling in stony silence and continued working. However, every time I went into the kitchen, he'd start right up again. I had two of the sweetest old couples come in that night, and BOTH of them told me I was the best waitress they'd ever had.

Then, I would go back to the kitchen and be told that I should just be a permanent host if I couldn't write food orders down correctly. As my last table left and I said goodbye to them, I just knew they were the last table I would ever have at that restaurant.

I did my checkout and went up to the front-of-house manager and said I was giving him my two weeks. He told me, "You can't quit in the middle of the holidays". I then went to the back of the house manager and asked him to come to the posted schedule with me.

I counted out two weeks of shifts for me, and then drew a line all the way through the other shifts and said, "I'm done after that date". I then went to go roll silverware and other closing duties and the owner walked up to me and told me to take my stuff and get out.

Angry waiter  wearing an apron and blue shirt  annoyed pointing out at frontLuis Molinero, Shutterstock

14. Gassed Up To Go

I was 18 years old. I took a year off between high school and university to work and save money. I had a part-time job at a self-serve gas station to earn a little spending cash as almost all of my full-time job money was going to university savings. A new assistant manager started and instantly had hate for me.

They treated me like a lazy person because I had arranged with the past assistant manager to work two slower weeknights, about 10 hours per week. Every time I talked to the new assistant manager, she tried to pressure me into taking shifts that interfered with my full-time job, and she started saying that I wasn't a "team player".

It wasn't fair that the manager wouldn't change the shifts I'd agreed to, I needed to take more hours, etc. Two months after the new assistant manager started, I got in a car crash that wasn't my fault. I T-boned a lady who ran a red light. The lady barely managed to get her car to the local station where she filed a false report, stating that I ran that red light.

While I was at the station, the new assistant manager called to ask me if I could come in two hours early, 45 minutes from the time she called. I apologized and said, "No, sorry, I can only come in for my regular start time". She freaked out.

I showed up at work five minutes before my regular time and slammed my key on the counter in front of a couple of customers. I told her I was in a bad not-at-fault accident, and when she called, I was trying to resolve the false report that was filed about me and that I refused to work another minute for that company as long as she was an Assistant Manager there.

I walked out the door and never returned.

Gas station employee in blue uniform and a hat leaving the gas station with smile on facearrowsmith2, Shutterstock

15. He Was A Real Horse’s—

I worked on a farm throughout high school for a very wealthy couple. The husband was a successful commercial real estate agent, and the wife trained dogs to do hunt and field tests. I primarily worked for the wife, assisting in training the dogs, but as it was a farm, I did various things for the husband as well.

The husband was a heavy drinker who would get mad if you wouldn't share a drink with him when offered. When his wife was out of town participating in competitions with the dogs, I would have to drive over to the farm multiple times a day to feed the horses, clean out their stalls, etc.

I would often run into him, but I tried to avoid it when possible because he made me uncomfortable. I was about 17 years old, and it was summer, so I accidentally slept through my 6 AM alarm one morning. I didn't get to the farm until around 8 AM to feed the horses and clean out their stalls.

It was not like it mattered; horses can't tell time. The husband was there and had already been drinking, as I could smell it on him. He started on me about being so late. He told me I was a poor white trash piece of garbage. Then he said if my parents let me oversleep for my job, they're even worse pieces of garbage, and I won’t amount to anything just like them.

I told him he could take care of the horse manure himself and that I quit. As I was leaving, he was yelling at the top of his lungs that he would find me and end me. I never went back.

Farmer leaving in flannel shirt and a hatAndre Nery, Shutterstock

Farmer leaving in flannel shirt and a hat

16. I Ditched Them For My Dad

It was a Wednesday. I got a call from my mom when I was at work to tell me that my dad took a turn for the worse and maybe had a day or two left to live.

I immediately went to the company owner—it was a small business—and told her the situation, and I really needed to leave right away since he lived a few hundred miles away. Her response was despicable. She told me she understood but, since I was working on some “important projects," I should just come in on Saturday since he should be deceased by then.

I said, “Okay," turned around, walked to my desk, deleted all my personal files from the computer, left my badge and keys on my keyboard, and walked out. Dad passed on Friday, and I turned off my phone that night until the following Wednesday or Thursday, while I spent time with my family.

I already hated the job and the owner for other reasons and found a new job a few weeks later, so I can’t say I regret anything.

Woman in blue shirt Resigning  From Job Or Fired Moving Out Of OfficeAndrey_Popov, Shutterstock

17. Time To Go

I started work in a bar in town and was told to be at work at 7 PM for my first shift. The manager provided me with a typed timesheet showing my new working hours. I went home and had a cat nap. At 5 PM, my new manager called me asking where I was and telling me I needed to come in now.

I referred him to my timesheet which stated I was to be in at 7 PM. He told me, "The timesheet doesn't matter, you do what I tell you". Hearing this, I politely told him that I would not be in tonight or ever, good night, and went back to my cat nap.

Man looking at phone lying in bedProstock-studio, Shutterstock

18. The Bathroom Break That Broke Me

I got in trouble for going to the bathroom. I worked at a call center. It was an emergency, and I followed protocol. I finished my call as best as I could, wrote in the team chat that I would be switching to "busy," put my phone on "busy," and ran to the washroom, which was on the other side of the building. I took like 5–10 min tops.

When I got back, I put my phone back on and got back in. I'm still disgusted by what happened next. I was reamed out in front of the entire calling floor—easily 300 people—because I couldn't wait the extra two hours for my assigned 15-minute break. The next day I resolved to quit without any notice.

I talked to HR, my supervisor, and told them that today would be my last day, and I'm out.

Call center and customer service help desk head setBrian A Jackson, Shutterstock

19. We Didn’t Take It Sitting Down

My wife had been working with me in a manufacturing shop and was seven months pregnant. Her job required her to stand in one position for hours at a time. Since everyone knew she was pregnant, no one had any issues with her sitting down to rest in between machine cycles.

Well, one day, we came in from lunch and my wife texted me her seat had disappeared, and she had been called up to the office. The supervisor I was butting heads with decided to take her chair because "It isn't fair that she can sit with everyone else standing". We both walked out a few minutes later.

Back view of couple walking together outsideTuğçe Açıkyürek, Pexels

20. We Didn’t See Eye To Eye

I used to work in R&D in laser eye surgery and we hired a third guy onto our team. This kid thought he was some kind of genius, was super arrogant, and was completely inappropriate to female members of staff.

Over the course of a year or so, he managed to break multiple pieces of expensive medical equipment, got caught almost doing the dirty with a tipsy colleague in a consulting room during an “after-work drinks” event, and almost ruined our relationship with our laser supplier.

Every time he messed something up, my teammate or I had to fix it, with this guy trying to find a way for the news not to reach management. They spoke about getting rid of him for a while but just never did. When he broke the laser for the third time, in the exact same way, I snapped.

I glared at him, went to my office, emailed my manager, “Can we meet," and told her I quit. They fired him the month after I left. I came to visit and my colleague was drowning in work with a trainee.

Woman holding a box of belongings leaving an officeProstock-studio, Shutterstock

21. Keeping Us In The Dark Did Me In

I was an IT manager working for a company that didn't consider us a real department. The last straw was an announcement that a satellite office was being shut down, and any employees that could, would relocate to our office. We found out about this at the same time as the rest of the company, MONTHS after the decision had been made. Nobody told us anything.

This would involve large amounts of extra travel, hours, and stress as we accommodated the transfers, the infrastructure, and everything else involved with such a move. I left in the middle of the announcement. The CEO called me and asked me back to negotiate. I agreed to come back for six months if I got a 25% raise for myself and my entire team.

After six months, I left, and they laid off everyone else.

Man getting fired and packing office things to leave job carrying belongings in flannel shirtDC Studio, Shutterstock

22. No More Clowning Around

When I was in high school, I worked as a flower shop clown standing at the side of the road, holding a fifteen-pound sign, waving at traffic to entice them to buy flowers. On my second weekend, four bros in a red Chevette kept driving by every 10 minutes or so, honking and flipping me off. Fine, whatever.

They disappeared for about 45 minutes. But this was just the beginning. They came back and hucked a Wendy's Frosty at me, then went around the block and came at me again. I threw the sign frisbee-style at their car. It smashed the passenger door and broke the window.

The driver dynamited the brakes and came to a screeching halt, and the four guys got out, obviously wanting to fight me. Meanwhile, I'm wearing a clown suit. They chased me across the parking lot of the mall, and I ran past the two security idiots at the entrance. I ran inside, into the flower shop, and into the back.

I got changed, took my wig off, told the manager I quit, and left. As I was walking out the door, they were still screaming at the security guards, and the authorities had shown up. I got a call that afternoon saying that my paycheque was being held up because of the damage to the Chevette, and I was banned from the mall.

Full size body length romantic young mime man with white face mask wears striped shirt and a beretViDI Studio, Shutterstock

23. No Pay, No Way!

My boss didn’t do payroll before leaving on a business trip and left it to the poor office manager to tell people they weren't going to get paid on time. I walked out of the staff meeting saying I'd be back when paychecks arrived. By the time I got home, I was mad enough to call my ops manager back and quit.

When asked why the boss didn’t do payroll, the stated answer was that their printer toner cartridge at home was empty. I guess he'd never heard of writing checks with a pen.

Businessman with bag in his hand walking down stepsLipik Stock Media, Shutterstock

24. I Left Pretty Steamed

My aunt got me a job as a tech in a chemical plant. As I was young and stupid, I told the guy who was supposed to train me that I got the job through my aunt. He decided to "haze me". After the first shift, I already almost decked him as he would handily forget to tell me things and would berate and belittle me all the time.

During the second shift, it continued, and while I was working on a pipe, he didn't close it as he was supposed to. If I hadn't been aware of the rumbling and rolled away, I would have been blasted by a jet of boiling steam. I went to the team leader, and he said I was overreacting, but he proposed to move me to another shift. I quit.

My aunt was pretty upset with me until she heard, through the rumor mill, that the guy, indeed, had done what I said he did.

workers in work clothes in a refineryindustryviews, Shutterstock

25. Walmart Walk Out

I was a truck unloader at Walmart. We unloaded freight into skids sorted by department number. There were three of us who were new. We were doing the best we could, trying to memorize where the department skids were, and hauling stuff as fast as we could.

The store manager came to check in on us and said we weren't going fast enough. To “speed us up," he pushed everything that was on rollers onto the floor. I walked over, gave him my badge, and left.

Delivery man with many boxes in NYCAndriy Blokhin, Shutterstock

26. Pet Peeves

I worked at a pet store for eight years, and I watched the animal care standards deteriorate with each new wave of management. It was actually tragic. I came in one morning and found two chameleons drowned in their habitat, and when I told the manager that it was simply due to negligence, he literally said, "We will just order extra next time".

Beforehand, I had spent countless hours trying to train the new employees on the appropriate way to do things, and I had approached the manager with suggestions for improvement. It became abundantly clear that he just didn't care. The lack of accountability and the general disregard for animal life was maddening.

Woman working at pet storeBearFotos, Shutterstock

27. Taking A Gamble With My BFF

I was 21 and working at UPS. I was a truck loader the first year and became the fastest loader in the warehouse because I liked working quickly. I only wanted to become a supervisor because my manager was really easy to work with and always wanted to help with solutions to problems. Once they promoted me to supervisor, they transferred my manager to a different warehouse and didn’t say why.

I worked as a supervisor for a year, and once peak season arrived—mid-November to early January—things were getting crazy, and my manager was just a “yes man” to his boss. He never helped to solve issues; he just said, “Figure it out” or “Just get it done”. Well, in November, my best friend and I won a World Series of Beer Pong satellite tourney.

We got a free entry and stay at the Flamingo in Vegas for the tournament worth $600. The tournament was from January 1st–5th. During peak season, it’s nearly impossible to get time off and I looked at this tournament as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity with my best friend. Things were getting crazy and they weren’t approving any vacation requests.

I wasn’t getting assistance from my boss with the workload, so I just said, “Forget it, I’m out”. I soon found out that my manager, his boss, and four other managers got fired for changing time cards to make their production numbers look better. This was why they shipped my cool manager away because he wouldn’t participate in the dirty deeds.

My best friend and I placed 46th out of 500 teams. It was one of the best memories I have to this day. No regrets.

UPS van parked in a streetpio3, Shutterstock

28.  The Waiting Game Was Over

I was interning at a human rights non-profit. I was so happy to be there, however, the people in my specific office were awful. We didn't start until 10 AM, and they would always manage to be late, and I didn't have a key to the office. I got there an hour early because that's how the train time lined up.

I was fine waiting the hour until 10 AM, but they wouldn't get in until 11 AM some days, or even noon. They never notified me when they were going to be late, even though I had asked them to. On my last day, it hit 11 AM and I asked when someone would be there. They said 11:30.

It hit 12:00—and that was the last straw. I just left the items of theirs I had with me outside the door and walked away. I sent an email to them saying I can't deal with this anymore, and they never responded back.

Sad woman in front of office building with belongings just quit job or is firedTrzykropy, Shutterstock

29. Rescheduling Nightmare

Back in college, I delivered food. I worked all the time, picked up shifts, and was highly valued. Corporate wanted to have a front staff meeting, and the managers didn’t communicate it to the employees, so literally no one showed.

They rescheduled the meeting for the following Saturday morning, which happened to be the day after my birthday and one of the few days I requested off. I told them I wasn’t going to make the meeting, and they got all huffy about how they would have to “do something” if I didn’t come.

This happened at the end of my lunch shift, and I just said forget it, called a local pizza shop, set up an interview, and didn’t show up for my evening shift. They called and said, “We can figure something out”. I replied, “Nah, I’m good”.

Young man in blue t-shirt  delivering food to customerPixel-Shot, Shutterstock

30. My PTO Was A No-Go

I have been working for 37 years.  One day, I requested a leave from work to care for my partner, who was dying of cancer. I had accumulated eight weeks of personal time off and was denied the request. When they told me no, I flat-out quit to care for him in his last month of life.

Woman in white suit giving letter of resignation to her bossshisu_ka, Shutterstock

31. Get Out Or Get Locked In

The building my job was in closed down at 9 PM. Everybody except security had to get out so they could shut everything down. One of my supervisors kept scheduling me until 9:30 PM. I repeatedly brought this up at the end of the night and was always told, "No, that's just a mistake, you need to leave". Three months later, I got called into a disciplinary meeting.

The reason was that I kept "leaving early". I had eight attendance points from "leaving early" because one of my idiot bosses, who worked in the SAME BUILDING and definitely should have known when it closed, couldn't figure out how to schedule. I explained my side, which was pretty obvious, and they told me they would hold off on any disciplinary action while they looked into it.

A couple of days later, they told me they weren't going to remove those attendance points. I told them to shove it, walked out, and went to a concert with some of my (now former) co-workers.

Man in suit giving resignation letter to his bossPhoto Smoothies, Shutterstock

32. They Cut My Hours, I Cut Them Loose

I worked at Best Buy in high school. Some people from a different store transferred over and one of them took over scheduling from my supervisor. She gave me a total of ten hours a week down from my usual 30–40. I had to save two checks just to pay my cheap Cricket phone bill with those hours.

I complained to my supervisor about her scheduling and they raised me to about 15 hours. I couldn't understand why or what I had done to get cut so much. When my birthday came close, I reminded her constantly not to schedule me that day which shouldn't have been a problem considering my low hours.

She constantly told me not to worry. The schedule came out and that’s the one day I was scheduled for a full eight hours. I tried to contact her and they told me she was on vacation and I couldn’t change my schedule. I called to quit that same day.

Later, I found out that the manager who I called when I quit had been lifting money from the store at the moment I called her, and was leaving the city. She never told anyone I called to quit.

irritated male have cell phone conversation to  manage work troublefizkes, Shutterstock

33. House Call

I worked at a restaurant that was completely out of control. When they started sifting money from my paycheck, I confronted my boss and they threatened to fire me. I stuck around for a while because the tips were really good, but then I had to call in sick for the first time in four years. My boss's reaction was deranged.

She drove to my house to see if I was home and attempted to call me out for lying. I explained to her we had lost power at my house because of a blizzard and it was too cold to stay in a house without heat, so I stayed at a friend's house. I also told her I would not be coming back to work.

She then told everyone she fired me and I “begged to stay”.

Portrait of annoyed Asian barista man in brown apron making angry hand gesture with fingers on gray backgroundMzynasx, Shutterstock

34. Called Out For Fifteen Seconds

I was working at a call center. My shift started at 10. I badged into the building at about 9:55 and logged on, but the decrepit PC I was using took so long to boot up that when I finally logged in, I was 15 seconds late. I told my supervisor, and he said there was nothing he could do.

Since I was late, I was put on probation, and I wouldn't be eligible for a raise for another month. He also told me that I should arrive 15 minutes early so that situation wouldn’t happen again. I handed him my headset, walked out, and have never worked in a call center since.

Young Hispanic man with beard wearing call center agent headset at the office with serious expression on faceKrakenimages.com, Shutterstock

35. I Ran Outta There Fast!

Jimmy John's manager wanted us to run to our cars. Normally I was cool with that, but it was a busy parking lot, and it was raining. There were tons of cars going 20 mph in between me and my car. So, I was carefully walking to avoid slipping or getting run over since it was hard to see in the rain. Strangely enough, I was not risking being run over for $5/hr.

The manager started ripping into me and yelling at me in front of the staff for not running in the parking lot. Sadly, he didn't realize I wasn't a college kid he could intimidate, and I snapped back at him. He ended up going into the back because he was about to cry.

I let my boss know I wouldn’t be coming in anymore, and he would need to cover the four days where I was the only driver for five hours.

Jimmy John's restaurant building with two cars in frontJonathan Weiss, Shutterstock

36. Fleeing The Pharmacy

I worked for a pharmacy for almost two years and we hired a second replacement pharmacist who requested a weekend off each month. When the pharmacist took his weekend, they filled his shift with a “floating” relief pharmacist. There was a particular one, Jim.

Jim had been a pharmacist for 40+ years and had his own way of doing everything. This guy didn't keep up on workplace training, new systems, or anything. Instead, he would sit around and work as slowly as possible, and, when you asked him for anything, he would pretend he didn't hear you.

When the customer would come to pick up their script and it wasn't filled, he would legitimately blame the person he was working with in front of the customer, saying they didn’t tell him. I told the main pharmacist if they schedule me with him again I'm done. They did; I ghosted that company.

Female Cashier in White Coat at pharmacyGorodenkoff, Shutterstock

37. Grossed Out By All The Gunk

For a couple of summers during college, I was a dishwasher at a local youth correctional facility. The job sucked, but the pay was really awesome, and I was able to get free cafeteria food. Most of the staff really didn’t care about the job, and the kitchen was always gross.

For example, the industrial dishwasher we had was almost never cleaned before I got there. They would clean it maybe twice a month when the supervisor would bother with an inspection. The dishwasher was like a mini car wash, you would put the plates on a conveyor belt, and they would go through each section before coming out.

That means all the gunk, all the leftover food on the plates, wasn’t really cleared off. This was doubly true with those plastic cafeteria trays because the curves on the tray were perfect for collecting gunk. I was completely grossed out by this. All the staff used the same stuff as the kids, so they were eating off of these filthy trays, bowls, plates, etc.

Therefore, I would always clean the dishwasher before I left, which was super tedious but completely worth it. It would even work better when taken care of properly. During a college break, I decided to pick up a couple of shifts to make some quick cash.

It was a standard day, so at the end of the day, I went to disassemble and clean out the dishwasher and immediately regretted that decision. The most important part to clean was where all the trash would go after being wiped from the plates, which was like a gutter in the bottom of the machine.

As I got closer down to this gutter, I could smell that it hadn't been cleaned in a while. It smelled awful. I took a deep breath, opened the hatch, and was immediately hit with literally the worst thing I've ever smelled. I immediately threw up. I didn't even have time to gag or process what was happening.

I hightailed it out of there. When I asked when was the last time someone actually did a thorough clean of the dishwasher, one guy shrugged and said probably when you cleaned it last, which was months before.  I just left, didn't say anything. My boss called the next day to ask why I wasn't in, and I told him to take a hike.

Man washing dishes in sinkU2M Brand, Shutterstock

38. Painted Into A Corner

I worked as a painter for a franchisee of a student painting company, and he kept telling me that, "He would pay me next week". This went on for about six weeks. The final straw was when I had finished several large projects that would give him ample money to pay me, but he decided to hire another person instead of paying me for all the work I had already done. It was about $1,300 worth.

Then, he tried negotiating down what he thought he should be paying me despite already having agreed in writing what I would be getting paid right from the get-go. I was so mad that I didn't give him notice or even show up the next day because I had bills to pay and needed to make as much money as possible during the summer.

I wrote him off as a lost cause and took him to small claims court for what he owed me and eventually got my money through the court. It was still a pain in the neck, and as far as I know, he's still working there full-time.

painter man at work with a roller, bucket and ladderamedeoemaja, Shutterstock

39. My Duty To Gamestop No Longer Called

In college I was a shift lead—I could open and close without supervision—at a Gamestop. All the employees were pretty tight-knit, hanging out after shifts and coming in early to hang out before clocking in.  We took pride in knowing our customers, treating them well, having a good time, and personalizing the experience in our stores.

We had a “Game of the Month” display at the front counter with a shrink-wrapped copy of Superman 64 and its strategy guide someone had traded in, and action figures along the display shelves posed in funny scenes. We would change the names on each other's name tags and see how long until they noticed.

We had informal game tournaments, and we even got permission to temporarily hire a couple of regular customers for the Halo 2 midnight launch. In short, it was a corporate nightmare. We got a new regional manager who wasn't really happy with how “off-brand” we were, which I get.

We were 100% off-brand, but we also did really well as a store, with good reservation and subscription numbers, good trade-in numbers, and all the stuff they normally look for. However,  we weren't doing it the Gamestop way.

For about a month, we were butting heads with the new regional manager. She ended up using our store as her headquarters as she traveled from store to store in the district. Everyone was obviously unhappy with how much we had to change about our operations. Still, we kept it light and fun even as the pressure to conform to the standard built up.

One morning, I came in to open and checked “the red book," which was the daily log we would update with goals for the day, notes for the next shift, etc. I checked the previous day's entry and my heart dropped. I saw that our store manager had been fired.

I called him to confirm and found out he had been fired for not meeting a low-tier metric, but we all knew it was for not being the kind of manager they wanted. In retrospect, this was totally appropriate. A store manager wasn't managing the way they wanted, so he was let go.

It was not only acceptable but also probably the right idea from a corporate standpoint, but I wasn't interested in the corporate standpoint. All I cared about was that the job I loved, the place I loved, and the people I loved were being completely tossed aside.

I had watched our customers become less happy over the past few months. I had watched my co-workers start caring less about both the work and the play, and to me, this was the final straw. I wrote "Quit" on the day's to-do list. I drove to another nearby location to drop off my keys with one of the other managers.

I went home and played Knights of the Old Republic on my Xbox, then started looking for new work. I found out later that day from the assistant manager that the regional manager who had made the decision to fire the store manager had to come in and open the store and operate it herself until the closing shift came in.

That felt good.

GameStop storeSadie Mantell, Shutterstock

40. I Was Done With This Garbage

I worked at a retirement home that was severely understaffed. I was doing the work of three people while working 12-hour shifts with a thirty-minute break. We were so short-handed that I didn't have time to take out the garbage. My main duties were prep, setting tables, washing dishes, and helping the chef. It was impossible for me to do all of this by myself.

The other guy in my position that worked the opposite shift did nothing, so I had to pick up his slack, too. The final straw for me was when I fell too far behind in work because I was doing too much and couldn't lift the garbage bag to take out the trash after spending three hours washing dishes. It got so heavy I couldn't lift it.

After a few attempts, I asked my manager if there was a guy available to help me. My manager gave me a dirty look and said that it was my job to take out the trash. I was livid. It was my job, but unlike the others, I actually did my job so that nobody would have to pick up my slack.

This was the only time I asked for help. It was the only time I couldn't do something on my own. His snide comment pushed me over the edge. I didn't show up for my next shift.

Man in blue uniform  working in retirement homeGround Picture, Shutterstock

41. Family First

I worked at a small local shop when I was 17, and they said I had to work Christmas Eve, Boxing Day, New Year's Eve, and New Year's Day. I said I wanted to travel to see my father in another country at Christmas, as we'd been separated for years and were going to spend our first Christmas together in about ten years.

I quit the job because family is more important than some crummy job, especially at that age. Good thing I left when I did. It turned out that Christmas was the last time I saw my dad because he passed a few months later.

Portrait of young Asian woman holding box of items after being laid off from jobTwinsterphoto, Shutterstock

42. I Did The Honest Thing And Quit

I got accused of pilfering money from the cash register at a bakery when, in reality, I was just paying for my food. Every coworker told me that I could take whatever I wanted, and no one would ever notice, but I felt bad about doing that. Then, they caught me taking my change from the register and called me into the back room.

They interrogated me for about an hour and then didn't even apologize once they figured out the truth. I quit a couple of hours later, but not before helping myself to everything in the store I ever wanted to try.

Stressed Overworked Pastry Chef  in pink sweaterNicoleta Ionescu, Shutterstock

43. Tired Of Customers’ Baloney

I had to work a 12-hour shift at Subway on Labor Day, which I was originally off for, but two people called in, so I had to work. It was me and this other employee who spoke Russian and not good English. I was cutting vegetables in the back when I heard some commotion, and the other worker was apparently making his sandwich wrong, so I stepped in.

He had a BLT and had an issue with the amount of bacon he was given. We went by the “cheat sheet” posted on the metal support railing hidden out of sight. He would go on about how some other location gave him more bacon, and I told him unless he bought double meat, I could only do the slices on the formula.

He then stormed out, and I split the sub with the other employee as we could keep subs when customers walked out like that. It wasn’t the worst customer or that bad of a situation, but I realized how much I hated customers, and that night, I threw my Subway hat and apron out my car window as I went over a bridge, turned off my phone the next day, and never went back.

Subway Staff is cooking Subway SandwichPrachana Thong-on, Shutterstock

44. Everything Right Was Wrong

I once had thought about rage quitting after being turned down for a promotion. I took a week to calm down first, only venting at home, outside the firm. I met with my boss and asked for feedback on where I fell short and what I could do to increase my odds the next time. For the next year, I worked diligently.

I became a subject matter expert and took on projects that others were afraid to take on. I also began writing industry periodicals in industry magazines to show my expertise and to educate like-minded professionals. In addition, I led training seminars within the firm and worked with underperformers/new hires to get them up to speed.

Despite doing everything right, documenting my accomplishments, and being the go-to person for advice, when another senior managerial opportunity came, I was turned down yet again. The person hired was a friend of the director. I still think I was turned down due to office politics.

Despite not getting the promotion, I asked again for candid feedback and was just told to keep doing what I was doing and it would be a matter of time. Once again, I swallowed my pride and continued to perform and exceed expectations. This was documented in my performance review three months later.

However, three months later, I had a candid discussion if I could get a raise as I was doing senior management duties or at least create a special position in between where I want to be. Unfortunately, neither materialized as I was given the run around that a bridge position had to be approved by senior management and HR.

My mind was made up, and I decided to reach out to my external network and pursue a promotion opportunity externally at a competitor. I brushed up my resume, applied, and got a job offer two levels higher than my current role at that time. I gave my notice and thanked my bosses for the opportunity.

Man in white shirt quit job and is collecting belongings form officeCHUAN CHUAN, Shutterstock

45. The Final Edit

I interned at a local wedding magazine during college. It was a small office of three interns who put the mag together, with an editor who will always be the most incompetent person I’ve ever worked with. After months of petty nonsense, my car broke down over Thanksgiving.

I called the editor, letting her know just in case I was to be late showing up, as I planned to take the bus. Her response was, “Oh, your car broke down? You are no longer needed as an intern”. Click. I was mad, but I took that call as a blessing in disguise and decided to forget about it.

We weren’t getting paid as interns, so who cares. Two months later, on a Saturday, I was relaxing at home when I got a call. I couldn't believe it. It was the editor.

She said, “Hey. Listen, I’m sorry about that call during Thanksgiving. My phone dropped it. We’re trying to get this month’s edition printed, and I can’t keep up with all the mail, ads, and phone calls. It’s crazy here, and the other girls quit, can you believe that?? When will you be back in the office?"

It’s been four years since that Saturday, but even now I can still feel that incredible sense of petty joy. I told her, “You said I was no longer needed as an intern two months ago. I have already accepted a new position elsewhere. My boss doesn’t call me on weekends and actually pays me. Lose my number”. Click.

Happy woman sitting on a desk throwing papers in airBluehousestudio, Shutterstock

46. I Booked On Outta There

I ran the books department of a store and worked there for three years. I caught the flu really bad one year; I couldn’t eat or move, and I just slept endlessly day in and out. At one point, my mom came over to check on me and banged on all my windows, including the one directly above my head, but she couldn’t wake me. I was that level of sick.

I was in touch with my job every few days and sat through the waiting room with a 104° fever to get medical notes to excuse my absences, etc. They knew how sick I was. So when I inevitably returned, I was slow moving and not doing so hot yet, hardly eating, and trying to get back to health. I came back to my department absolutely wrecked, and the managers laughed.

They told me they “Didn’t know how to work in my section, so they just left it untouched” for the entire time I was out sick. They had me pick up the piles and piles of heavy books that were just dumped all over the floors when I could barely stand. I quit that day.

Young female customer reading a book in bookstoreZamrznuti tonovi, Shutterstock

47. Hertz So Bad

I worked at a rental car agency for about nine months. I dealt with nasty customers 24/7 who would demean me, curse me out, or cry. It was exhausting.

One day, a customer got upset that we didn't have a specific make/model of SUV for him, even though SIZE is the only promised vehicle specification for a reservation, and he did the unthinkable. He spit on me right in my face. My manager showed him out of the building but didn't say a word to me. I clocked out and never looked back.

Buying or selling new or used vehicle with car keys on tableOpat Suvi, Shutterstock

48. The Old Bait And Switch

I went through several interviews and started a new gig. I'd be providing call center support for Windows and maybe some Apple support. It was nothing I couldn't handle, as I was IT support.  I got a start date and was told there would be two weeks of training. No big deal.

I showed up on day one of training—and got a nasty surprise. It was support for Whirlpool washing machines and dryers. I was the victim of the CLASSIC bait and switch. I got up, walked over to my hiring manager, and said, "I quit. You hired me for Windows support, NOT washing machines and dryers," and I walked out.

Two weeks later, I got a call from the manager saying, "Hey…I'm calling to find out why you haven't come to work in two weeks". I told them, "I guess you didn't get that memo. I quit on day one because your company lied to me". I got an $80 paycheck.

About seven years later, I got a letter in the mail that a class action lawsuit had been filed against the company for labor law infractions. Two months after that, I got an eight-cent check in the mail. I giggled.

Man wearing customer service headset from call center suffering from headache  stressed and angryKrakenimages.com, Shutterstock

49. Bye, Bye, Best Buy

I worked at Best Buy in the mid-00s. I started as a cashier and eventually made my way to the customer service booth, which was something you had to earn. One day, it was a bit busier than usual, and I was in the booth with another girl who was a notorious lazy worker. The boss asked her to jump on a register to clear out a line and she said no.

So, the boss asked me and I said no also because I was already given another task. The next day, they pulled me into the office and told me I was demoted because of it. I walked right to my locker, grabbed my stuff, and left. Then I found out the shocking truth.

It turns out the lazy girl was banging the boss and that’s why she was allowed to say no, but I couldn’t.

Young woman getting fired from work in officeTero Vesalainen, Shutterstock

50. Lucky To Be Alive

When I was in between jobs, I applied to work a construction job that needed harness-trained people. I was just coming off working as a solar installer, so I figured I'd give it a try. On the first day on the job, they took me up to the top of their scaffolding section to clamp down beams—no biggie...or so I thought.

I asked where their walk boards or scaffolding walks were for that floor because all the other floors had walkways. This one was just a one-inch beam, a three-foot gap, and a one-inch beam all the way across 100+ feet in the air. They told me they didn’t have any.

After a few hours of grueling work, I depleted my gallon jug of water and was getting dizzy. I called the elevator operator to bring me down. Without missing a beat, he shouted, "Climb," and walked off to go have a smoke. I climbed down all 14 or so stories on angled beams with no harness while bordering on heat exhaustion.

I walked up to the foreman, told him he was going to kill someone, and it wasn't going to be me, and left.

A construction worker wearing harness working on construction siteBannafarsai_Stock, Shutterstock

Sources:  Reddit 

 


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