I’ve told this story before on here and there’s some logistical information necessary for it to make sense, so bear with me. Long story short: I feared for my safety with reason, and they wouldn’t do anything to accommodate that.
I was in my last year of undergrad and had just broken up with my ex, so I moved out of the apartment we shared with our roommate. He seemed to be really emotional about it, and really wanted to stay friends. I agreed, and three days after I broke up with him, he asked me for a ride to his dad’s, because he didn’t have a car.
The town his dad lived in and the one we did were situated along both a highway and a train line, and I closed four nights a week alone at a diner in a third town, between them, but the trains didn’t run much outside of mornings and nights, so he would have had to wait several hours to get a train. I had to work that day anyway, so I just left a little early.
While we were in the car, our roommate called me, and though we didn’t know the details at the time, we knew that he’d been in prison for many years and that he’d killed someone as part of his crime. He realized during the course of our call that I knew and she made me take his key when I dropped him off.
Turns out my ex had beaten his mother to death, gone to prison for 15-20 years, and lied to everyone we knew about everything. Someone who is willing to brutally murder their mom is definitely willing to kill an ex girlfriend, so I was pretty terrified for a while there. I called my job to ask about changing my schedule, but they were completely unwilling to give me any flexibility or schedule anyone else to close with me. Given that he could easily take the train from our town or his dad’s to the one I worked in and I was completely alone in the last business open in a commercial area for an hour each shift, and that I had been the one to essentially on the spot evict him, I didn’t want to take the chance. I quit just before my shift and mailed them my key.
I have a google alert for his name, and a few years ago, he went to prison for violating a restraining order and beating another ex girlfriend into a coma. Thankfully, I live in another country now and he’s definitely not allowed to get a passport.
I used to work for HHGregg selling appliances. I didn’t want to work there, but needed a job and was pretty good at it. We were pushed pretty hard to hit our numbers, including selling the extended warranties. About three months in the sales manager was taking each sales person into the office to have us agree to how we would sell these warranties, which included some using some misleading tactics and language, to the extent that it was outright false. I told them that I refused to lie to customers, and they said anyone that didn’t sign their name to the new program could not continue to work. So I walked out. First and only time I’ve had to do that, and now HHGregg is out of business. Fuck that place.
Someone told me I wouldn’t do it.
…
I did it.
(Nothing motivates me more)
A woman called in a panic to let us know that her boyfriend went mad and grabbed his gun and was en route to shoot up the place. I told my manager who just laughed. I told everyone in the office and no one took me seriously. I called the constable (small town, we knew eachother) and he grudgingly agreed to come. I didn’t understand why no one was worried. I dropped my keys on the manager’s desk and walked out the door. The shooting never happened, but I think something happened because investigators showed up at my door three days later and took a statement.
I was lead hand for the drill crew of a lagging and shoring company. Boss sent us to start on a site that was completely covered in ice over a foot thick. We told management the site was too icy to work safely, but they insisted. They also insisted on sending us in with a brand new employee that had zero training and was essentially tasked with watching us and taking notes for the bosses. So I’m moving ten ton steel beams in a skid steer on ice and this dipshit new employee wouldn’t stop running in and out of my blind spots despite my pleas.
Around lunch time the guy gets clipped by a steel beam I’m moving. Thankfully it only caught his jacket and knocked him over, direct contact would mean broken bones and likely death. But it pissed me off enough that I threw the vehicle keys into a snowbank. Then I went to the site supervisor and explained the situation, causing my employer to get kicked off site. Then I called the Ministry of Labour on my employer ensuring an inspector shows up and fines them. Then I called my boss and quit. The company lost over 1.5 mil between fines and lost contracts, shut down a few months later. Felt really fucking good.
Started a new job and it was 100+ in the main building. I asked if he could turn on the AC or if we could have some fans or water and he said “quit being a lil bitch”.
Got into the work van he provided and the brakes barely worked. The mirrors were both cracked and broken as was the windshield. The windows didn’t roll down. No AC. Tires were as smooth as drag tires. It should not have been road legal.
Got to a job site and had to crawl through an attic full of spider webs and rat shit without a hazmat suit thing because “he doesn’t provide that sorta thing. If you’re a baby and you want one you need to buy it yourself”.
The final straw was on the drive back to base from the work site the two other guys I worked with said that I need to check my paystubs every time because the boss likes to not pay them for driving time which is supposed to be part of the payment.
Get back to the main building and the boss rocks up in a brand new Ford f350 with all the bells and whistles. Easily a 100 thousand dollar truck.
I didn’t say anything but when I got home (after thinking on it for the whole drive home) I sent him a text saying I would not be returning to work for him and I will be mailing him back the branded work shirts he provided for me after I washed them.
I would have rather ended up homeless that work another day for that man.
Thankfully another job fell into my lap literally 3 days later.
Went from a McDonalds in the middle of nowhere to a McDonalds in another state with a lower wage, but was also along a busy highway going through town in the metro area. Gave my shirt back on first day and never looked back. The workload difference was staggering.
I was dead set on leaving my division bc I didn’t like it. I finally got transferred to another. A month in, they asked me to do my old job bc no one else would do it (hiring could not keep up with turnover).
I was young and unemployment wasn’t on the table so I just got a different job.In college, they wouldn’t give me a day off for a concert so I quit. End of the semester anyway.
We were feeling really riled up for a month or two before finally snapping and walking out. Before that, it was a ton of false and broken promises, no signs of appreciation from higher-ups, lots and lots of other co-workers leaving for better work and management not filling their roles leading to more work for the rest.
The straw that broke the camel’s back was someone nearly hitting our car in the parking lot and then blocking the space where we can pull in. We could deal with all that other bullshit but when it’s a matter of our physical safety, I drew a firm line and just clocked out and went home. Got a call later that “my services were no longer needed” and that was that.
We were out of work for a month but took the time to search and landed at a place that was paying more than the raise we had asked for (and denied) from the last. It was a struggle for our mental health and wouldn’t recommend it but sometimes you have to look after yourself in drastic measures. I don’t regret it.
- Vire (vi/vim)
Wellll, back in the early nineties I was still working in nursing homes.
Having left the first one for better pay, and the second one due to fuckery over benefits, I applied to a couple more.
One of them hired me on the spot, as soon as I handed in the application. Not as weird as it looks in that industry. A young, muscular man with experience? You didn’t have to wait long at any facility.
So, they scheduled me orientation for the next day. Orientation was one part paperwork, one part a facility tour coupled with introductions.
The tour part was… bad. Patients in the halls with feces on them being ignored by staff that was most definitely assigned to that hall. The smells were horrid. That’s a bigger sign of trouble than you’d think. Most nursing homes, they do everything possible to control odors. But you could smell urine as soon as you reached the residential sections. Poop, that’s not as big a deal because it spreads and lingers more. But urine? You don’t smell urine until after it’s been sitting, unless there’s something going on.
It was a nightmare.
So, still not rage quitting because if things are that bad, they must be super short staffed. Like, that’s the only thing I could figure. No way could that be the normal. It all made me doubt I wanted to work there, because how bad could the place be to have that many vacancies in their staff? Couldn’t be a good thing at all. But, it’s about the patients, so maybe effect change from the inside; I’d done it before.
Welllll, I finally said to the HR person to slow down, and stopped to help a patient that was sliding out of their shower chair.
And I caught a bigger blast of shit than any that was on the floor. For daring to slow them down and waste their time in this stench.
Now, I was still a young man, not even 21 yet. But I had just quit one job because of fuckery, and I had other non-healthcare work available, so while I was more polite about it than I would become later in life, that shit did not fly.
I got that patient sat up and secured, then told the HR person that I didn’t think this place was right for me and walked the fuck out. I was cussing the whole way out, which is what makes it a rage quit rather than a regular quit.
Which, I wish that chain of facilities wasn’t so regional that it would pin my location too close, because I would name and shame them. Over the years, every single facility in that chain had some kind of major shit happen, often dozens of times, enough to make the news. Just absolutely fucking inhuman patient conditions. And the truth is that every chain cuts corners and sacrifices patient care for profit.
You can usually find charitable homes that treat patients well because as long as they get donations, they don’t have to worry about cutting corners, only what services they provide beyond the basics. They’ll cut corners on supplies too, as well as pay, but you can usually rely on the patient care being at least standard if not great.
State or county level homes are similar, they cut corners in places other than patient care. Which still indirectly effects patient care, but at least it’s indirect
Got a shiti section at food joint as a waiter and i was leaving for the summer anyway, so I just left.
They got mad I still wanted my pay check and tried to withhold it. I had to remind them about the law haha
That’s when they really got big mad
Employer is your biggest enemy, treat that trash properly
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My dad did. Not much, really, just happier. Out of a job for now, but it’s fine.
