Enraged Workers Who Quit On The Spot Share What Triggered It

Have you ever been so aggravated at work that you just decide to call it quits right then and there? No? Well, the same can't be said about these enraged employees.

What Happens To Those Left Behind

“I’m a former front desk clerk.

I was 18, and it was my first time working alone on a Friday night. The assistant manager left early to be with her boyfriend and assumed I could handle the rest of my shift alone. Unbeknownst to both of us, the maids messed with us big time by marking every room as clean despite not actually having cleaned them all. I sold our ‘extra’ rooms to walk-ins and suddenly discovered that we had oversold about 20-30 rooms. The people that were without clean rooms were the ones that had booked far in advance. This was a tiny hotel, so we had no maids after 4 pm, and I got to experience first hand an angry mob full of people yelling at me in the lobby, demanding refunds, and all but threatening bodily harm. One lady even accused me of giving her cancer (neat!). Since I was young and didn’t know how to handle it I actually excused myself from the desk for a second to cry in the back room. Eventually, I pulled it together, called my manager, and started working it all out.

Then someone called down to have me unclog a toilet. In my distressed state, I got poop on me. I came down to my manager and said I was done. Forget that job, it wasn’t even very good on the best days anyway.”

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Just When You Thought You Helped Someone

“I quit on the spot from a Verizon call center but not for the reason you would think. I had a call where a guy wanted a cheaper plan and wanted it NOW. I did some number crunching so I could tell the guy exactly what his weird partial plan bill would look like since he was changing his plan in the middle of his billing cycle and things will look weird on the next bill. I do the math and change the plan and the guy was super happy, I feel good about being able to solve his issue.

Fast forward I get a failed survey from the guy. In my call center that means your pay gets docked. I listen to his recorded feedback and he is freaking out because he’s angry he got a survey. That had NOTHING to do with me or how I helped him so I sent it to QA asking them to overturn it so my pay doesn’t get affected. They listen to the call and said my fail was VALID because I had one part in my call where I was quiet for 30 seconds (while doing the math, I couldn’t talk and crunch all the numbers). That was my last straw among a lot of other nonsense so I rage quit. They asked if I wanted to finish my day first, I gave them my badge and left.”

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Those Pesky Employee Promises

“I had just started working at a secure psychiatric facility for emotionally disturbed children at the start of the summer. At the interview, I told the HR person that I had a pre-planned trip home for later in the summer and that since I was driving I was going to be away for two weeks (I hadn’t been home to see my family for 2 years). I made it clear to her that if this was going to be a problem to let me know right then and I would seek employment elsewhere. She reassured me it wouldn’t be a problem and that she would leave a note in my file saying as much.

So the time for my trip nears, I give them the two weeks notice as agreed upon in the interview but my immediate supervisor refuses to approve the time off. Figuring it was a miscommunication I tell the immediate super about the interview agreement with HR, that the issue was already settled at the initial interview. So she gives me this run-around and asks me to give her a couple of days to come up with a solution. Next day she calls me into her office and has the balls to say ‘OK, I know how we can work this. You can work a double shift on Sat (18 hours mind you) then leave for home right after and make your drive (30 hours non-stop) visit your family for 3 days then drive back (30 hours non-stop) and arrive in time to work another double.’

I couldn’t stop myself. I laughed uncontrollably. I asked her if she was seriously suggesting I stay awake for 48 hours straight, 30 of those spent on highways crossing the country. She just gave me this stupid smile and said ‘yes, you can do it. You have a responsibility to the center.’ I laughed in her face and told her I wouldn’t work for such a cess-pool, a place that would dare suggest I put my personal safety in harm’s way and wouldn’t honor an agreement made.

I quit on the spot. I was still scheduled for the rest of that week and they had the nerve to call me at home that night asking if I was coming in. I told the person who called ‘no way’ and I told him what happened. Then the super called me and basically said I had to come in, I was scheduled. I suggested she could cover my shift, I mean she already worked 9 hours, what was another 18, she could do it.

I left for my trip the next day.”

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Up-Sell All Customers No Matter What!

“When I was 17 I worked in a sports shoe store in a mall. I had this manager that would constantly require that we up-sell more items to customers and would yell at us if we did not attempt to do so. I had worked there for a few months and had been relatively happy but this manager was always on our case to up-sell more and more items as it made the store look good to other stores in our franchise.

One afternoon, a boy in his late teens, wearing tattered, old, dingy clothes with mismatched shoes that were falling apart walked in very aware that people were looking at him and judging due to his appearance. I greeted him and asked what I could do for him. Timidly, he told me he had a job interview coming up at and needed a new pair of tennis shoes. I showed him a couple of options but he shot them down quickly. I could see we were way out of his price range but somehow he was brave enough to ask if we had anything in the $20 range (this was a place that normally sold Jordans and other $100+ shoes). I knew we had a couple pairs in the back that had been put away after a clearance sale and were supposed to be shipped back to corporate. I grabbed a few pairs in his size and found a pair that worked for him quickly after.

As we head to the register to ring him up, he still has this look on his face that I won’t forget. He pulls out a sandwich baggie of worn dollar bills and a bunch of coin change. Now I know it is probably embarrassing for this guy to come into a shopping mall with this on his to-do list so I help count everything behind the counter only to find he is just about $0.40 short. I grab some change I had in my pocket and told him not to worry about it, he smiles, then thanks me for the help and walks out.

My manager came over instantly after and starts to berate me in the front of customers and coworkers about not following store policy and trying to up-sell to each and every customer. She watched the whole sale unfold and just couldn’t grasp why I would even attempt to sell more to this guy. I grabbed my things from the back and walked out only to go back a week later to pick up my last check. I didn’t make a scene or anything cool, just walked out. Forget that manager and that place.”

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Your Friendly Neighborhood Spa

“I got hired by the owner of a spa as a manager to help train and clean up the unhygienic practices the estheticians who were currently working there. They were reusing disposable items like sticks for waxing, nail files and buffers, foam toe separators, sponges for facials and implementing tools like jets in the pedicure baths (impossible to properly clean) one single metal and plastic foot file for all clients (that would have to be properly disinfected in a bleach bath and then sterilized in an autoclave to be hygienic, but plastic can’t go in an autoclave) amongst so many other things.

After discovering these horrifying practices I spent an entire work shift filling up 5 industrial sized garbage bags of used disposables and anything that couldn’t be used according to hygiene standards. I got rid of almost everything and assembled one-time-use disposable kits to use on each new client. I had a meeting with the staff and explained how what and why we needed these changes. I stored those garbage bags in the back room until I could bring them out the following morning for garbage collection.

There was one aesthetician, an older lady who resented me, and trampled all over the owner because she was efficient in her work despite being extremely unhygienic. When I returned the next morning, all my trash bags were ripped open, crap was EVERYWHERE, spilling over into the hallway of the back rooms. It looked like a raccoon tore through them. And then I saw the older lady using all these disgusting used products on a client. I demanded that she stop and come back so I could give her a fresh client kit. She refused and kept working on the client.

So I called up the owner and explained what happened. He didn’t care, said she was being cost-effective. I told him I’m leaving and that I could not work for a place who could be so negligent as to endanger the public like this.

Obviously, they got shut down a few months later.”

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No Time For Ruffled Feathers

“Worked at a Petland in high school. They didn’t take very good care of the animals, a vet visited once a week, but if anything happened in the meantime there was no taking them anywhere. I only worked there for about a month. I opened with the manager one day & 2 lovebirds had gotten in a fight overnight. One lost a foot. My manager took it to the back, put it in a small cage & put a towel over it. I kept asking when the vet was coming & my manager kept brushing it off. By midday it was apparent they were just going to let it die, out of sight, out of mind. They finally said the vet would be there in 3 days like it was no big deal.

I cried, ran out & never went back. I’ve told everyone I’ve known since then how awful they are. In hindsight, I wish I would’ve done more, but teen me didn’t have the backbone I do now.”

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Those Extra Little Duties

“I’m a nanny. The mom I was working for was an absolute NUT CASE. Luckily I loved all 4 children and they loved me dearly. I spent 50 hours a week at their house. On top of taking care of all 4 and making sure they were all at their 500,000 extracurricular activities and constantly entertained, she insisted her giant home be cleaned by me and all 6 people’s laundry be done every single day. She liked the bins to be completely empty. I kept up with it.

After a while she got more and more demanding, even leaving her dishes out after breakfast for me to clean. I talked to them about how my only responsibility should be the kids. They agreed. A couple weeks later she went back to her old self and was texting me after work no more than 10 min after I’d get out the door about dust and other petty things. I told her she needed to stop and reminded her of the conversation we had. She blew up and said if I didn’t do better they’d have to find someone else. I drove straight to her house and dropped her car seats off out front. I never went back and I blocked her number. I miss the kids and hate that I couldn’t say bye but I don’t regret it at all.”

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Quite A Lovely Ultimatum

“I was working as a software developer for a company that, shall we say, didn’t understand the value of its IT team. One day my direct boss, the only person in senior management who could tell his ball sack from a computer, who had personally hired all of us, and was our shield against the crapshow of the rest of the company, told our team he was leaving, so we all were on edge. I had been promised a sizable performance bonus in lieu of a raise because the CEO was cheap and I was planning on quitting anyway so I figured whatever.

When my performance review came up, I wrote up a spreadsheet detailing how I had fulfilled every aspect of my bonus requirements, and I emailed it to my new supervisor. I didn’t get a response. So I went into his office Friday morning and asked about it. He said that before they could give me the bonus, I had to provide detailed documentation and training on all the code and work I’d done for the past year because they couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t just walk out the second I got my money. I told him they could either pay me the money they owed me for the work I’d done to date, which was the agreement, and I would do everything in my power to make sure they could continue if and when I left, or I could walk out at that moment and leave them with nothing. And I did exactly that. The entire dev team quit over the next 6 months.”

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A TV For Your Troubles?

“I was promised a raise that never came.

I started out in a factory working a really easy monkey-can-do-it job for min wage and I was fine with that. I got offered a job in the shipping department as a dock worker hand loading trucks and I asked them if it came with a raise because the work would have been twice as demanding. They said after 6 months I get a raise. So 8 months comes around and I wait until the company Christmas party and they call me up to the stage for a free flat screen TV I was getting as a gift for being such a hard worker. My manager gives this long speech about how he could never do his job without me. Meanwhile, I see it as just a ‘we will not give you a raise even though we know you bust your butt and we said we would but here’s this freeTV to stop asking for a raise.’ I took the TV home and never showed up for that job again. They even tried to call me in a week later and said some stuff about how they ‘understand if I just needed a break and won’t hold it against me if I want to come back I can but they needed me that day.’ I told them if I was such a great worker and if they relied on me so much why didn’t you give me the raise I was promised?

Hung up and that was that.”

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Set Up For Failure

“The paychecks kept bouncing. I’m not talking ‘Oh, sorry, here’s your money,’ type of thing. It was a small business, so the first time I just figured he forgot to make a deposit into the payroll account. He kept blaming the bank, eventually just told me to take it out of the register. The other two employees didn’t get paid. Next check, the next guy was able to take money out of the register, but myself and the third guy couldn’t because the money just wasn’t in the register.

The store needed to pull in $10k/mo to be profitable, and we barely pulled in $2k. He didn’t advertise, didn’t get us parts (we were a cell phone repair store in a Walmart), and wouldn’t let us do what needed to be done to grow the store. Eventually, the manager had it and just walked out, so I got stuck watching the store while the owner worked out the payroll issues.

My girlfriend at the time lived in Nashville and I lived in NC. She was pregnant and got into some sort of accident, so I booked a trip out there. When I returned to NC, I didn’t even bother answering their calls. Never got a final check. They deleted my hours from the payroll system (and I had proof of this) and reported them. The state sided with them because I ‘couldn’t prove I actually worked those hours.'”

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A Respectable Walk Out

“I was working in a distribution center for a tire manufacturer where I would dispatch workers and truckers to load containers and transport them to the port for exportation.

The rollover at my post was extreme, according to the lady from the agency who sent me to work there, and I quickly realized why. The director was horrible to everyone, literally a disrespectful jerk with no leadership. At first, he liked me a lot, I was handling my job, the calls and the paperwork with ease from the start. He kept calling me a godsend, but I always knew in the back of my mind that my turn would come.

After about 3 weeks, a cargo didn’t have enough space for the 14 containers I had to ship to Amsterdam and only accepted 12, so 2 of these 14 would be late. He turned crazy right before my eyes and burnt me for something I couldn’t have avoided. I silently stood up, went to my locker, took all my belongings, and walked by his office again without saying a word.

The following morning the lady from the agency called, asking ‘hey (me) you didn’t show up this morning? I heard it might be related to what Mr. DisrespectfulJerk told you?’ So I explained to her that I knew this guy enough after 3 weeks to decide I did not want to work for someone who’s disrespectful to everyone all day long. She thanked me for my honesty, and to my surprise asked that I accept to talk about my experience with his own manager. I didn’t mind and explained to a gentle reasonable man that this other dude was just too toxic to my liking and that I felt sorry for those who invested years in the company that was now stuck with him, unlike me who could walk away after 3 weeks. He thanked me sincerely, and finally explained that this guy was the nephew of the director of the whole company. His uncle didn’t want anything to do with him at the head office, and they were stuck with him running the warehouse while insulting everyone out of spite.

The very next day I was starting in a new place with great references from this guy and the lady from the agency. My new boss had quite a temper. After some time I made a mistake. He was pretty mad, raised his arm with a finger stretched, held back for a moment, lowered his arm and said in a calm voice ‘oh yeah… we can’t scream at you’. I realized he had been warned in advance that I could quit on the spot if yelled at, and it encouraged me to stand up for myself ever since.”

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She Really Had No Place There

“I was in management and there was one particular employee we were having problems with (a 16-year-old gal on her way to becoming a psychopath in my not-so-expert opinion). I’d only been able to write her up once as she had actually violated a policy in a severe enough way. With her age, however, I at least wanted to give her a chance because nothing is set in stone especially at that age.

Anyway, it comes down that another manager is leaving for a better opportunity. We all get together and have a meeting with the owner to see if there’s anybody we can agree on in the store who should replace him. The guy who’s leaving puts forward a gal we work with, I and two other managers heartily agree. The odd one out manager puts forward the 16-year-old as a potential replacement. We all vehemently disagree as the position is more than 40 hours a week and she’s underage (child labor laws are a thing for a reason), she’d had plenty of issues that weren’t worthy of a write-up, etc. I’m also not entirely sure of the legality of giving a person under the age of 18 a key, managerial duties, and company bank access but that alone would make me fight it even if she were a stellar employee. We continue the meeting and it ends amicably.

I get in the next day to open and everybody else arrives at the scheduled time. The owner shows up when we open and tells me she went with the 16-year-old and that I’m training her on everything starting today. Nope. I explode on her in front of everybody that I will not be part of something I know to be illegal, is shady, and either she’s the dumbest person I’ve ever worked for or the 16-year-old has some nasty dirt on somebody and I’m not going to be anywhere near that bus when people start getting thrown under it.”

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Your Mistake Not Mine

“I quit a part-time job when my idiot of a manager changed the schedule on Wednesday so I was scheduled to work on Thursday, which was a night I had made clear I couldn’t work due to my full-time job. Of course, he doesn’t tell me he changed the schedule. I get home Thursday, dead tired, grab myself a drink and settle in for my first quiet evening in ages. And the phone rings. It’s the idiot of a manager’s boss asking why I wasn’t at work. So I pull out my copy of the schedule and tell him exactly when I was scheduled to work. He asks ‘so, are you coming in?’ I paused as if I was considering it, then answered: ‘no, I’m quitting.’

Zero regrets.”

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