Walking out of work

[Shockolate]

I had a somewhat opposite experience earlier today, which may not count but I'm telling it anyway.

I went into the nearby clinic to get an ingrown toenail removed. This wasn't the first time and I went to see the guy who did it the other times. As soon as he walked in I could tell he wasn't in a good mood. We moved room to the table where it's done and he left for a bit while the nurse/aid set up the tools before they froze my toe.

The nurse aid leaves and he comes back in and asks me to lay down. I told him I prefer to remain sitting. Which shouldn't have been a problem, because I was sitting the other three times. But he gave me a look that said "Fuck this, I'm out" and just left me to go see another patient. The aid came back in and after some shuttling between us she told me he wasn't going to see me to do my toe.

Not really sure what I did, but it seemed to piss him off.

 

[Easton Dark]

I've never considered quitting, I like my job a lot.

My worst day involves... well, I live in an area with a lot of asians (actually from Asia), and not all of them have a grasp of english, and some have none at all. It's really bad for me when I'm asked something simple and have to have it repeated over and over, I feel like a jerk.

 

[piinyouri]

Working at Subway, just started my shift.
I'm there with a co-worker from 3 in the afternoon till 5, from then on I'm on my own.
I specifically asked the regional manager who had visited that day if I could get someone else to help me with the night work and closing, because while the night shift can be very slow, it can also come out of nowhere and completely swamp the place, far more than someone can handle on their own.
I was denied. Normally I would have let that be the end of it but this scenario had happened a number of times already, to me and other co-workers who were closing. I tried to reason with them but it was useless. I was turned down again.

Later that night, I get hit HARD out of nowhere. I don;t get out until 12-1 in the morning. They expect us to be out by 10.
Next day, I get chewed out for being out so late. By the regional manager.


I was a hairs breadth from calmly taking my apron off and walking out the door.

I don't work there anymore for the record. Fuck Subway.

 

[ShinyCharizard]

I worked at a fabric warehouse a couple of years back. I did 1 days work, hated it so much that I just walked out at lunchtime the next day and never returned.

 

[Bertylicious]

I've never walked out of a job and I think that may have been to my detrmient. If you want to get a decent job with money, prestige and benefits so amazing that they make everyone else impoverished you've got to be mobile.

 

[Scarim Coral]

Well ever since we got the manager from the next town (technically she was the original manager of the store over here but she so bad at it that they transfer her over) and our deputy manager (who is awesome to work for) got transfer back over there (he was running the place when the previous manager passed away last January), I am near that state (espeically when my current work time are around 9-11 hours these days when I was normally getting at least over 16 hour). I used to be fine coming into work but now these days I dread to come into work if she will be there (I pretty much love the days when she is on her day off).

In saying the reason why I am still hanging in there (I really should start looking for another job or at least a second job to cover my lost work time) is that they are bulding a new store over here. There is a high chance I would get a transfer to the new store (and a few co workers I with) but the manager won't be transfrerede since they are keeping the store I worked in open for a little longer.

Spoiler: My rant on why the manager is bad

She is such an incompetent manager who never get her pirority straight and her first pirority aren't even that important. She pretty much hate her role as manager as she get stressed out easily where the previous manager and deputy manager had always a calm approach which they got the job done most of the time (unlike her). Also currently the stork room side of the store is a total mess thanks to her which this isn't the first time it happened (she turn the other store she worked into a total messed too).

Anyway I worst day at work so far was a few weeks ago when she was transfered-
I was in the afternoon and she pretty much got me to do the till work and said she was take over half an hour later. She pretty much got me to do the till work for SIX hours (she only took over an hour before closing time)!! That is the longest till work hours I had ever had to work in and it was busy that day aswell with alot of customers.

What made it worse that she reinforced the "add on" meaning that I have to presuade the customers to buy the product that was on the till (on that day it was a bag of sugar or a small box of chocolate) when they were at the till. This is the first time I have heard of this add on which needless to say I was bad at it. I pretty much end up like a parrot/ robot for keep saying that to every single customer so I did stop saying it when it wasn't suitable e.g. a kid buying one sweet.

The manager pretty much got pissed at me for the decrease in the sale and knows I wasn't saying it to every single customer! Like hell would everyone buy a bag of sugar!!!

Days later I told of my ordeal to my supervisor (the most experience of the staffs) and it turns out that me and the other two staff that were hired after me (I worked there for a year now) who had to do the add on and got told off for failing it aswell aren't supposed to be on the till for that long nor is it nesscerry for us to do the add on in the first place (I mean we can do add on but not for every single customers). Only the well experience and the manager are suppose to do the add on!

Don't get me started on the other day when she got pissed at me for not knowing the other colours of the patio (in my defences, we had that for months which no one had ever buy until that day so like hell I can remember every single detail of the products, I am not that well experienced yet)!!

 

[Cyberdelic]

Management makes all workers lives difficult and you'd be better off without them. This is one of those fundamental life truths.

If you feel disgruntled at work, and don't care if you stay or leave, then why not make it worth your while and organize a workers union. THAT would really be a Hell of a way to go out

 

[SaetonChapelle]

I've come close to walking out multiple times.
I've been working in the same place now for over 7 years as a supervisor and my boss still doesn't believe I know how to do the job (thankfully it's not just me. She feels she is the only competent one in the entire building). My assistance manager is a forty year old cradle robber who doesn't even know how to use an ordering gun and all my associates are fresh out of (or at times still in) highschool males who have no sense of responsibility. After doing the same tasks over and over with little to no respect given back it becomes frustrating.

I suppose I can't complain however. I make $13 an hour for part time work and in my town, there really is few other places of employment. Just have to wait until college is over I suppose.

 

[Imper1um]

I worked at Chili's. It was a place that opened up six months before my final decision. I helped open the place. I worked every job, including Assistant Manager. I did all the stuff the Managers didn't want to do, including creating the schedule (which meant I had to be political and methodical, people complained a lot about the schedule), cashing out employees, and most of all, dealing with the most problematic of customers. One 18-top that a manager was practically getting yelled at, I came up to, listened for 15 minutes to their complaints, talked for about 15 minutes, redid some food, and was able to get away with Comping 50% of their Appetizers (Approx $20). The manager was ready to Comp their appetizers, half their meals, and half of their alcohol up until that point, and give a free desert (Approx $110).

Anyways, six months into it, the managers (which are incompetent) can't hold people in the Bus (where you clean tables) position at all. I mean, a busser would get hired, and would quit/desert within two weeks. They decide since I'm so dedicated to it (I was, some weeks I was working 65-75 hours a week), I would be put in a bus position, which was fine, because they promised I would be moved off within two weeks. Two weeks later, it was two weeks later. Four weeks later, they needed another three weeks. After putting up with their incompetency, their inability to scold their wait staff (which was the root cause of why bussers were leaving), and the mismanagement of hiring, two months later I was still a busser.

My last day, it was 1 pm on a Thursday. The lunch rush had just completed. This meant every table was currently unoccupied, and had just been vacated about 5 minutes ago. So, I had to complete the tables in descending order of importance; tables near the entrance, tables that did not have a clean/open variation (e.g. if there were no 4-tops, I needed to clean a 4-top), and, finally, tables that were the worst looking. This one chick was in the bar area, in the back, lowest priority. She starts bitching to me to get a table open so a host can sit someone in her section. I agree because it was part of priority 2, so I bus one table of hers. I finish it off, then return to my previous area, and she comes back, bitching again about how I only did one table, and there's still stuff on her other table. In reality, she should have been cleaning off her own table when I'm too busy. I tell her I will do hers later, as a 16-top was scheduled to come in within 30 minutes. She huffs and watches me from a corner, glaring. I walk over and tell her to bus one of her tables to clean up herself. She rolls her eyes and goes on a smoke break, just as the hostesses sit someone down at her section. Hostess goes back and tells her to get on it, and hostess gets bitched at by the waitress. She comes back sobbing to me, and I go back and tell her to get over herself, and then I talk to the manager, and the manager bitches ME out. Needless to say, I start getting a headache. About two hours later, she comes back and bitches me out again for not having every table in her six table section clean (she had one of six dirty). I turn around, put the dishes into the bin, put the rag into the bin, find her, shove the bin into her arms, turn around, remove my headset, and head home. That night, I went 10-0 in PvP Warzones in World of Warcraft. I was so ticked off.

 

[Gorrath]

Management makes all workers lives difficult and you'd be better off without them. This is one of those fundamental life truths.

If you feel disgruntled at work, and don't care if you stay or leave, then why not make it worth your while and organize a workers union. THAT would really be a Hell of a way to go out

As a member of management, I sympathize with your sentiment while also disagreeing wholly with it. Proper management is what keeps people who are good, hard, honest workers employed at a company while making sure to either emphasize the strengths of limited skill workers and trying to weed out the bad ones. Poor management is a terrible thing to behold and leaves a lot of workers sour. Great management is what keeps everything from simply turning into a contest among poor workers of who can do the least and still get paid.

 

[an annoyed writer]

As a member of management, I sympathize with your sentiment while also disagreeing wholly with it. Proper management is what keeps people who are good, hard, honest workers employed at a company while making sure to either emphasize the strengths of limited skill workers and trying to weed out the bad ones. Poor management is a terrible thing to behold and leaves a lot of workers sour. Great management is what keeps everything from simply turning into a contest among poor workers of who can do the least and still get paid.

Agreed. Bad management is the bane of a good, healthy company, while good management keeps the machine well-oiled and working. Hell, if my managers weren't so bad I wouldn't have left my previous job, but unfortunately that is not the case.

 

[lechat]

As a member of management, I sympathize with your sentiment while also disagreeing wholly with it. Proper management is what keeps people who are good, hard, honest workers employed at a company while making sure to either emphasize the strengths of limited skill workers and trying to weed out the bad ones. Poor management is a terrible thing to behold and leaves a lot of workers sour. Great management is what keeps everything from simply turning into a contest among poor workers of who can do the least and still get paid.

Agreed. Bad management is the bane of a good, healthy company, while good management keeps the machine well-oiled and working. Hell, if my managers weren't so bad I wouldn't have left my previous job, but unfortunately that is not the case.

no. good employees ensure there is zero reason for management jobs to exist
i see my boss for approximately 10 minuets every 12 hours when he/she forces everyone to do warm up exercises and then sums up what is needed for the day (it's the same that is needed every day) provided i don't make some monumental fuck up that costs the company thousands of dollars the only time i ever speak to management is to point out the mistakes of administration and to say hello as i pass them in a corridor

if more jobs paid reasonable wages and didn't treat their employees like children/retards the average worker could be expected to so a reasonable day's work unsupervised

 

[an annoyed writer]

no. good employees ensure there is zero reason for management jobs to exist
i see my boss for approximately 10 minuets every 12 hours when he/she forces everyone to do warm up exercises and then sums up what is needed for the day (it's the same that is needed every day) provided i don't make some monumental fuck up that costs the company thousands of dollars the only time i ever speak to management is to point out the mistakes of administration and to say hello as i pass them in a corridor

if more jobs paid reasonable wages and didn't treat their employees like children/retards the average worker could be expected to so a reasonable day's work unsupervised

Frankly, this is a bit of flawed thinking right here. The reason I say that is primarily organization: for example, if we didn't have a command structure in our militaries, it wouldn't matter how good each individual soldier was, because the whole damn group would be disorganized. You know what a disorganized military does? it fails at its job, because when it comes time to do battle, it has no capabilities to effectively strategize and coordinate units. Instead, it is merely a massive swath of soldiers, whose only possible advantage is to swarm their enemy and hope they win.

Managers are organizers, of people and time. Even companies like Google and Valve, which have no official title of manager, still have managers in a sense, because they need to coordinate their larger projects. Proper managers do a lot more than make sure people are on task: they schedule people's shifts, they train new employees, they communicate issues to get them fixed, and so forth. If you're barely talking to your managers, good for you. That means you're not causing them any problems. However, not every employee is you and some employees have problems and need help dealing with them. Sometimes there are emergencies, and someone needs to be called in to fill in for a person. In a bigger workplace, a manager is the one to work that out, so the rest of the workforce can keep chugging along.

I agree that companies need to treat their employees well and pay a decent wage, but I don't agree that managers are unneeded, because someone needs to organize the whole damn thing. The thing is that we need that kind of position reserved for those who give a fuck about the employees, as well as the customers. I've had both good and bad managers, and I can tell you that there is a monumental difference between the states of the workplace when one kind is present, as opposed to the other.

 

[Daft Time]

What has your worst day at work ever been, and did you do anything in response to it?

I haven't walked out of work; but the story of me dropping out of is on much the same principle.

I was the kid who was never really there. When I was, you only knew because the teacher was mad that I hadn't been there more often. The truth was life was pretty shitty at home; and it made school life just as bad. When I hit my final years though, I made a push to be a more normal student. I didn't want to have spent twelve years being harassed by teachers for the failures of my parents only to wind up with out my high school certificate.

It was pretty hard going. I didn't have money for all textbooks, the school clothing and other school supplies I really needed. Things were still awful at home; and the only times I could really get any work done was in middle of the day during my free periods or in the very early morning. Most nights I didn't get any more than an hours rest. Many morning I'd go to bed at 5:30 am only to wake up at 6:00 AM to get school.

So I was sleep deprived and miserable, but I was actually doing pretty well. If my grades stayed as they were I'd pass with mostly A's. I even had full marks on every assignment from my Philosophy class. I was pretty proud of myself.

Except I wasn't always a decent student; and I had made an enemy is quite a few of the "administration teachers". These were the vice principals, and various other bureaucrats who only enjoyed their job when they were dishing out punishments. The year before one of my friends was harassed by one particularly teacher until he left the school entirely.

I managed to draw the ire of this particular tool. My clothes didn't have the school logo; my shoes were the wrong kind of leather. I missed a deadline on a non-assessable piece. I was a few minutes late in the morning. I fell asleep in class. Whatever it was; he found some reason to pull me out of class and wave his dick. He took away my study periods, instead stranding me without any resources in detention. I was having a hard enough time keeping my head above water before I lost one of the time I could work. I decided I'd just have to leave anyway during the times.

I was then suspended for two weeks, and told he'd keep suspending me until I left.

As I said before, I wasn't the first person he'd done this to. I told exactly how he needed to apply the rusty, spiked dildo to get it to tickle his prostate and filed my papers for leaving. I figured I could just switch schools; there was a nice looking school a few of my friends had switched to earlier.

Except I was a week too late to switch schools. And that, my friends, is how I became a high school drop out.

 

[templar1138a]

A couple years ago, I worked part-time for Target in the back room, pulling merchandise off the shelves and bringing them to the sales floor every hour. Thing is, it was usually quite difficult to get everything before the hour was up and I had a new batch to grab. Most of the other backroom workers went faster by violating OSHA regulations (monkey climbing the shelves and the like). I refused to do that, so I was pretty much the slowest, even though I did everything I could to be fast and efficient without violating safety.

Then, back-to-school season came. I was assigned full-time hours without the benefits. Stock pulls were HUGE. There were only three or four of us working the back room on any given day, and it was all we could do to get everything off the stock shelves. There was no hope of getting anything onto the sales floor in the same hour.

Over the course of several days, one of the "Team Leads" was starting to badger me more and more. Me specifically because I worked later than the rest of the backroom team. One day, I went into work and decided that if he pushed me too far, I would quit. That day, after the other backroom workers had left, I still had hourly pulls and there were whole piles of merchandise that still needed to be brought to the sales floor that I couldn't attend to. This team lead then began to berate me for this. The conversation went something like this.

Him: Why is all that stock sitting there?!
Me: Because other stock still needs to be pulled off the shelves.
Him: Why didn't you work faster?
Me: I'm working as fast as I can, though I wasn't the only one working today. That should tell you something.
Him: Then tell the others to work faster!
Me: Oh, am I in charge now? Am I a team lead? Does this mean I make what you make?
Him: If all that stock isn't on the floor by closing, I'm writing you up!
Me: ... That's it. I don't have to put up with this bullshit. I quit.

I got a call from one of the managers the next day. I didn't pick up. His voicemail said he wanted to discuss that situation with me. I never called him back.

Moral of the story: Don't work for department stores.

Off-topic: dishnet can kiss my ass.

 

[Angie7F]

I am not cut out for a office job myself, but my current co-worker is totally going through hell.
She is what would be classified as an adult children/ eating disorder OCD type person, and she willingly takes responsibility to everything that comes up in work.
I have learnt to just let s@@t be so I dont get effected and therefore dont get the urge to walk out on my job anymore.

 

[TAGM]

Haven't walked out of a job yet - hell, I haven't even HAD a proper job yet (The only one I had was 2 weeks work experience with a music school, and it was a bit dull here and there but still worthwhile.) but I came dangerously close to needing one right now given how bloody COLLAGE worked out...

Spoiler: TEXT WALL TEXT WALL WARNING WARNING

Let me put it this way - the year before collage, I had myself diagnosed with various mental illnesses (Aspergers, ADHD, mild dispraxia, and something else I can never remember!) so I was able to take advantage of support. However, the head lead of support - Ironically called Joy - was one of the most dull-brained people to ever manage to get a job in there.
The alarm bells should have gone off before we even started - I'm told (and I'm not sure I was there to hear it, but I trust the people who told me considering they were my mother!) that she said, before I started the year, "Oh, yes. I know how to handle your son, because I have a son with dyslexia."
Now, if you can't find the subtle flaw in that idea, I'll just move on. The way she decided to "support" me was to give me people that watched me, and whenever I seemed slightly distracted to basically verbally whack me back into line. Now, I basically work at 100% efficiency and 0% efficiency at varying times of the day, that's basically my style. They seemed to be forcing me into a style of being at 80% efficiency the whole time. What this lead to was me basically getting mentally drained and sick of the place. Her ways didn't help - she seemed adamant that I behave, and refused to talk to me if I seemed to have even the slightest hint of insulting her - which, in case you don't know, is something people with Aspergers can do almost accidentally sometimes. She wanted me to curb all the behaviors that no-one up to this point (besides bullies) had any issue with, and indeed they weren't socially acceptable and I tried to curb them anyway, but she acted like every time I did it was worthy of basically telling me off.
As for how she treated my memory, she acted like every time I forgot something I was supposed to do, it was a personal insult to her. I'm not entirely sure why she believed I could just take control of my memory, and essentially it was a claim that me, my mother, and my music teacher (Who was pretty good and ready to support me before the collage all but kicked her out by advertising her job - behind her back - AFTER THEY TOLD HER THEY WOULDN'T) a liar, but hey! It worked, right? Well...
It was draining, to say the least. Add that to the fact that work was now more difficult, and my grades basically shot down. From a B or C average back in secondary, by the second year my grades in the winter exams were a D and a U. A U. For those who don't know, U is basically Unmarked. As in, your exam was so shit, it doesn't even deserve and F. It's basically an F in all but name.
Still, I managed to claw my way back, and just after the retake of the maths exam - where I felt much better about it - Miss Misery (As I took to calling her in the end) came up and asked me if I would be willing to be part of a talk on the massive success of the assist program.

Let me say that again.

She considered me a "success."
All she had done is given me support, and then gradually weened me off it, accidentally taking my grades and sanity with me.
And this.
Is a success.

She actually caught me off guard after the joy of not fucking up the maths exam again, so I said yes. Then, thinking about it, I finally realized all this shit, and the next time she came up, I refused and tried to explain why.
She deflected my explanations with a "no, never mind, it's alright" about three times, and then said "But it's not my fault you failed your exams, and you could have easily not come here..." And left. (That second part of what she said might be me misremembering things, but I wouldn't put it past her.)
And I felt a sense of guilt. And I thought about it, and I realized why:
When she said "It's OK," it clearly wasn't. This told me she was thinking one of three things:
1) She knew I was going to notice her being disingenuous and did it on purpose to cause guilt - in which case she's just being spiteful and shouldn't be working for assistance of people with mental disorders, let alone as the head of it.
2) She thought I wouldn't notice because I was on the Autistic spectrum, in which case she was basically treating me as socially retarded even after two years of me constantly apologizing for mistakes in a genuine way, so she either didn't notice herself or had her head stuck so far up her own arse that she believed I was doing it on purpose just to spite her, which suggests in turn that she shouldn't be working there because you can't just stick with ideas like that and expect to succeed.
3) She just didn't notice herself how obvious she was being, as in, so obvious that I can catch it - in which case, if she can't keep track of her own emotions, how the hell can she keep track of mine?!?
And at that point - nearly 2 years of going through it later - I finally realized that she was one of the worst, underline WORST teaching staff I had ever met in my life. No, THE worst. Absolute nadir. The only reason I didn't walk out then and there was probably due to the fact that it was about 2 weeks before I left anyway, and why quit so late when, past exams, I didn't have to care anymore anyway?

Luckily, even with my semi-crap grades, I got into university, and the assistance program here is much better. The main head actually LISTENS to me, and believes me when I say "I'm sorry I didn't manage to do X, Y and Z." She gets to know us at a personal level, even organizing the occasional meal out with all of us. The assistance staff haven't been told to force me to do anything, and they don't - they trust me to be able to make it on my own, as indeed I end up doing usually. I'm able to talk with my assistants and such in an even more friendly way then my roommates, and they're all even OK with me getting things done in a last minute panic, because hey, it gets done, right? In fact, I, even a year later, still end up calling my new assist manager Joy, simply because the name fits her much better then the one in collage.

Phew! That was bloody long. Sorry it isn't 100% on topic, OP, but I felt the need to get a good rant off to the world. And hey, if you don't wanna read the text wall, I can offer a TLR here:
Needed assistant for learning
Head of assistance was basically a *****
Took me 2 years to notice
Almost walked out when I did finally get it
Much better now thank you. :3

 

[PanYue]

Working at KFC, aged 19 and going through Uni. Some high schooler comes in and starts talking trash to me about how his $3.50 meal wasn't filled up all the way. Some employees fill it up by putting paper in it, without folding it and put the food in. That's a way to do it as it makes it look more full. I did that but it got pushed down a little bit more. Then used the cup to measure the chips and popcorn chicken and put it in the box. It looked half full. Which it is.

Had a 30 minute argument where he demanded I get the manager as this was unacceptable. I looked at the kid and was just like "look mate, you're a teenager. You can't come in here and talk to me in this tone and act superior when I've done my job to the letter, followed every procedure properly and all." and so he replies "I don't give a -slur slur slur- etc." Typical teenage customer. Ranting about how his mates looked full and his looked half full, I explained the above paragraph to him and he still got mad. I had to look him in the eye and was just like, is this kid serious? He paid me in silver coins for a $3.50 box of chicken for people with, you guessed it, loose change.

Then there's all these other teens creating a mess and yelling pick it up and all that. And then the man who wanted to stab me because the fresh chicken was just cooking and hte dinner rush had just ended so we were fresh out. So we called security and that got dealt with. Then I have some 20 year old guy, or so, walk in and we had a repeat of the chicken event. Soon later my shift ended and I gave them my hat and said "This job sucks,I'm out" and left. Still got paid so personal victory.

Woo, I've never told this story before. Feels good. Fast Food is such a throw away job anyway. 2 days later I got hired to work at a call center and I am very happy there. It pays amazingly well. (I dont call people, they call me! Ha! So I don't have to call you guys up and ask if you want a new dental plan).

Every time I go to that KFC now, they get my order wrong. And I patiently ask them to fix it. It usually takes 2 times.

 

[Amethyst Wind]

Well I didn't walk out so much as drive out.

I worked for Dominos as a driver and I was on the way to work on my Saturday night shift. My car felt a little sluggish and was pulling to the left a little but still driveable so I continued on. I stopped at a red light a few miles short of the shop and the guy behind me shouts out that my wheel was smoking. I pull over to the side of the road and take a look.

The brakepads have seized up on that wheel. I couldn't drive for 6 hours without endangering myself or doing a hell of a lot of damage to my car. I call up my work to let them know the situation. Their response?

Visiting manager: Get it to a garage and then come in.
Me: Are you serious? It's Saturday night. There are no open garages.
Visiting manager: Not out problem. You're scheduled to work. You can't be a delivery driver without a working car now can you?

I was already pissed off by the point this smug prick was threatening my job. See this visiting manager was the son of somebody high up in the company so he got his own store even though he was completely incompetent. The kicker was that he wasn't the main problem. His girlfriend was. She just happened to be MY manager. She was a complete *****. She'd talk down and insult tons of people then yell at them for talking back to her with the actual words "Don't talk to me like that". That's what she'd say if you spoke back to her once. Speak back to her twice and she'd burst into tears and barricade herself in her office. This had been going on since I started and I was sick of it. When the boyfriend was here they both started in on staff who refused to be sycophantic yes-people.

I did my job well but I wouldn't give any sort of respect to a person who hasn't earned it and thinks it just comes with the title of manager.

So after this not-so-veiled threat on my job security for something I couldn't have predicted and wasn't willing to break the law/make worse by continuing I decided I agreed with him.

Me: Yeah you're right. I can't a delivery driver without a working car. I quit.

I hung up the phone and went home. Fixed the car over the weekend with my dad.

Silly ***** of a manager has the gall to call me up on Monday and demand to know why I skipped shifts. I laid into her on what kind of a bad person she was and that I'd quit two days before. I only ever went back to that place once to return my uniform and steadfastly refused to say a word to either of them and walked out the moment she started having a go at me.

If either of those managers had followed me back to my car I would most likely have put one of them in hospital.

To any employer I say this:
Being a manager does not in any way, shape, or form give you leave to act superior to anybody. They are there to do a job just as you are. You all work for the company. None of them work for you. Remember that. Workers with no manager have a better chance of keeping any business afloat than a manager with no workers.