How I Quit My Job
Read some creative job resignation stories from real employees.
A terrible one. - walked out during meetingI hired into a project management job and recieved no training, no mentoring - just immediately was thrown under the bus. Being responsible for a train wreck that nobody else would touch with a 10' pole....that's why i got the job i guess.
My boss was a cocky prick who had no idea what he was doing. He didn't know what I was supposed to do and anything about the product we produced. He flew in from another site several days a week to "train" me.
Turnover was very high at the facility. The culture was one where people were afraid to go home because they'd be seen as unsupportive. We worked 7 days a week, and every other Sat/Sun you were off, but you'd be expected to stay plugged in with laptop and blackberry.
My old company offered for me to come back so I decided to quit this hell hole. As everyone gathered in my office for a daily production meeting, I had worked up my resignation manifesto.
One of the other cocky prick managers said "are we ready to start your meeting" I said "no I'm not ready to start the meeting, i'm working on something for John" (plant manager). He said "what could be more important that this meeting?" I said "my resignation". THen i pressed control-P and printed 2 copies and stood up. Everyone got silent and parted as I walked out.
I grabbed a few copies and slid them under the doors of the mgrs.
I sent out an email that said "good luck, you're going to need it, i'm out of this son of a bitch".
Then I ripped my badge off and gave it to the security gaurd. I said I dont need this anymore, i am leaving. He said, no you can keep it for when you transfer to your next site. I said no you dont understand, I am leaving this bitch.
ha haha they were dumbfounded. My boss got his ass tore up too.
It was an awful place.Add a Reply
A Public Library - A career walks into a library...Week 3 at my new job. My supervisor sat me down and asked, verbatim, "is there anything you want to tell me?"
I'd been going gangbusters at this gig. This library is known for rocketing people to success. Within my first month, I'd analyzed circulation data, caught up on ordering, managed programs, and begun dealing with the feared local history section. I was still making mistakes - some fairly comical - but I felt like my aim was true.
Week 4. Same question. Week 5. Week 6. I was sweating. I was so nervous that I was dropping balls everywhere. Finally, I blurted out my awful secret: severe ADD. Cognitive impairment, medications, therapies, coping strategies, shame, shame, shame, and eternal, unending shame. My supervisor calmly informed me that she'd be notifying the director. Since then, for the past three months, no mistake I made, no matter how small, escaped review - and obviously, because I was anxious, I made a ton of mistakes. I forgot to set out water. I mis-scheduled a speaker and had to call them back. I ordered a book from Amazon instead of our vendor. At weekly meetings, I heard the entire litany. Nothing escaped my supervisor. In between those meetings, I was called into my supervisor's office up to twice a week to discuss my shortcomings. My initial panic rocketed to atmospheric levels. I worked harder. I checked my email from home. I had chest pains whenever I saw my boss. I started getting nosebleeds at work after she finally told me there would be a hearing before the town manager regarding my poor performance.
I love my career. I have five years of experience and four solid professional references that say I'm good at it. I've run a library, run a department, saved a couple big apple carts, generally done a great job. But I'm still too young to have a bulletproof career, which is why, when the director and my supervisor told me they'd be calling the town manager to set up a hearing the next day, I handed in my four weeks notice.
They told me to stay until the end of my probationary period, which is December 31. That's another full month in addition to my notice. They claimed they wanted to give me time to look for new work...and then mentioned that I could just keep on fixing the archives while I was here. And ordering books, because why not. And managing the collections. And running programs. And manning the reference desk, helping patrons with computer questions, and working nights.
So I'm a critically flawed employee, but they want me to stay longer so they can keep benefiting from my work??
That's when I remembered that December 31st ends their allocation for this position. And that the last librarian left at six months, too.
They insist that I'm respectful, pleasant, and easy to work with. I arrive 15 minutes early and leave 15 minutes late. I set the alarm, which everyone else on staff is afraid of. I'm extremely polite. My supervisor claims that she thinks I am a "wonderful" person. But to be perfectly frank, that has got to be baloney. If I'm such a great person and they like my work so much that they want me to stay a little longer and take care of a few things for them, there must be something about my personality that they hate.
And I think I know what it is.
ADD is not a game-over thing. Heck, I got this far with nothing to show for it but a couple satisfied employers and a handful of glowing references. But ever since I admitted my condition to my supervisor, she's been on the warpath. My dad once warned me to never tell people about my psychiatric history. Now I know that I should have listened.
I'm looking for new work, but I'm not so sure of myself anymore. It's a competitive field, believe it or not, and there's a famous library school in my area that produces new pros with pristine resumes every semester. I've never known a shopper who wants a bruised banana when there are perfect ones available.
I hate that my library career has been set back like this - so much of my hard work has been destroyed by this job. But what really bothers me is that I have to grit my teeth and be a good girl for the next two months. All I want to do is rail at these people. But if they pushed me out for having ADD, who knows what they'd do if they knew about my temper? At this point I might still get a part-time assistant job somewhere - I can't afford to jeopardize that chance. So here I am, venting. And ordering some books. And managing the collection. And hating myself for every blasted second. It feels good to say something, even if just anonymously. Thanks for reading.Add a Reply
Wincor-Nixdorf - Field Service TechnicianI have been in the Field Service industry since 1985 and have worked repairing banking machines since 1991. The best way to sum up my almost 3 years with Wincor-Nixdorf is to label my employment as democratized slavery; well paid slavery, with good benefits, but slavery nonetheless.
This German based company is entirely statistic driven. This must translate, at the field service level, into ânumberâ manipulation in order to keep your job. The âgoodâ technicians, the ones who have been with Wincor the longest, have learned how to under-deliver their service in order to keep their ânumbersâ looking good. So, if you are conscientious you will find yourself feeling frustrated every day for having to reconcile your conscience with what you will discover you will have to do to keep those statistics good enough to satisfy a faceless management that is just as ready to cull you out as they were to hire you.
Upper management makes decisions from expediency, usually in response to clients laying claim to the contractual fines Wincor must pay for poor service. This results in many, literally, stupid situations that waste time and generate indecisiveness and frustration as the dispatchers and technicians try to keep the promises management made while keeping their ânumbersâ looking good enough to keep their jobs.
Driving is tracked by GPS and every phone call to the company is recorded and reviewed. Your reported travel and work times are scrutinized for âerrorsâ in an ongoing effort to extract, â100% efficiencyâ from each technician. The laptop and âSmart Phoneâ programs they give you to run their diagnostic programs and debrief your work tickets are conflicting and unreliable, as is the added level of security that must be slogged through each day to accomplish any task. This generates additional frustrations for the many minutes that are lost each day because of these poorly integrated programs and the poorly conceived network that connects everything; minutes that count against you when your statistics are reviewed.
The scheduling of work times is unreliable and the work schedules themselves are grueling. There were many times when I worked 7-10 days in a row with shift changes in the middle that would only gave me 4 or 5 hours to sleep. Later, because this abuse cost them many longtime technicians in a short time span, they provided 2 consecutive days off, but those days rotate through the weeks so they can squeeze out an extra day of work out of a seven day cycle. This is in addition to sudden schedule changes that turned scheduled days off I had made plans for into days I was expected to work. No recourse was available and complaints were ignored. Many times my request for PTO was denied a few days before the requested date, despite a constant stream of e-mail reminders, leaving me with unfulfilled promises and missed life-events.
Additionally, to be considered a âgoodâ employee you are expected to be âin travelâ one-half early each day, without pay and remove on-half hour each day in your travel time home. Also, without the company actually declaring it as a requirement, âgoodâ technicians are expected to volunteer to work more than the mandatory overtime of a 10 hour day (12-14 hour days were the norm), come in on your days off and travel to other cities to cover for fired, quitting or vacationing technicians.
It was revealed once, during a weekly conference call, that upper management knew that most of their big-city technicians were 120% to 130% over-utilized (how could they not know, given the statistics they monitor). Managementsâ response to this was not to hire more technicians, but to push the lower managers to make the âlazyâ technicians work faster.
Now you know why I wanted to quit and here's how I 'quit': I made them let me go!
Once, in an effort to boost the level of service they were providing because the service had gotten so poor that their clients were bitterly complaining about the âdowntimeâ of their ATMâs, they gave all of their technicians a document to sign saying that we would leave every ATM in a, âlike new conditionâ. I began doing this and of course my ârepair timeâ statistic suffered, though all of my other ânumbersâ remained good exactly because of the conscientious service I gave. As anticipated, when my review came, my numbers were not good enough and I was culled out, with severance pay, because they could not fire me for anything wrong I was doing despite my being, statistically, a âlazyâ technician.
If you are a conscienceless company man, a loner who likes very little interaction with co-workers, apart from the constant drama associated with frustration, are unmarried or in a bad marriage and you have no children to raise, no friends to do things with and no one to celebrate holidays with and want lots of money that you have no time or energy to spend, then Wincor-Nixdorf has the job for you.Read 1 Replies | Add a ReplyUser Feedback:Close Replies
Posted by walking by on 10/04/2013:
It feels good to have escapedLast week I had coffee with an ex colleague who is still working for the large global organisation I worked at for 5 years. She is returning to work after maternity leave and already her anxiety levels are high. I left the same company in June 2012 and can honestly say I think it was the best decision I ever made. I'm now a mature student (hence the handle), taking the time to reconsider my options while I expand my mind. I question why it took me so long to leave a situation that made me so unhappy and destroyed my confidence? Money etc. aside, it was more than that, what stopped me? And also, why do people stay in organisations that make them so unhappy? Read 1 Replies | Add a ReplyUser Feedback:Close Replies
Posted by tired of jerks at work on 02/08/2013:
flammable place of workI worked at this place that used kerosene for rust proofing parts at the machines I tried to tell the owner my throat was getting irritated from the fumes around the shop
who in there right mind uses flammable stuff like almost gas to rust proof parts and then the worst of it the workers would have to blow the excess for packaging.. this place if you were 1 minute late bamm you were warned on paper after 3 times bamm your going to take time off...but not on your terms..
I packed my stuff and left the place was a disaster yet they glorified like it was the best place to work.
kind of figures these people had no clue how to treat other people.. even the supervisor quit shortly after I walked out.. I still remember KEROSENE cannot believe a place would use that.. it would go up in flames...I should have called OSHA then.. I was not smart enough.. but then OSHA can get sucked up to also..the place was a cave Read 2 Replies | Add a ReplyUser Feedback:Close Replies
Posted by Anon on 02/05/2012:
Madonna was right. I done did "Hung Up" on you!We had orientation this one day and I did not finish a test not knowing it would be collected. Our job never collected it before so I didn't bother finishing it. I get word that at the next orientation, they wanted to talk to me about it, so I was OK with it and I would talk to them and explain to them why it wasn't completed.
I go to the next orientation and the next thing I know, they were accusing me of screaming at the previous orientation about rat shit being all over the kitchen. That's when I was like what? I came in there thinking that I was going to be fussed at over a test and the next thing I know, they pull this rat shit story clear out of left field and I kept telling them that I did not say it. Then they kept saying that they have 8 people claiming they heard me, but they couldn't give any names. Thank god I kept sticking to my story and told them that I did not say it. I walked out of the meeting the whole time going off on one of my bosses telling them how dare he accuse me of saying something that I didn't. I go home furious. I'm contemplating quitting, something was telling me to wait before sending me the resignation letter.
I go to the supermarket the next day and ran into one of my coworkers and I told her that I will not be returning to the job because I told her the whole story about how I was accused of yelling something about rat shit when I didn't. I went to that meeting thinking I was there for a test and next thing I know they were accusing me of something else. She was sitting in at the same orientation I was and was near me the whole time. She was so stunned and her first reaction was "What?". She then asked me if they were playing with me and I told her that my boss was dead serious. She even said that I did not say anything about no rat shit. At this point now I am upset, but also happy that I did not admit to any guilt.
I go home and start typing up my resignation email. The gist of it was that I did not appreciate them accusing me of saying something I didn't and I myself have my own and legitimate witness. You can take the job and give it to the next idiot that walks up in there. I tell them do not call me, email me, or communicate with me in any form because I done did blocked them.
Here's where it gets crazy. As soon as I send it off, I noticed that these strange cars were driving by the house and was stopping in front of my house or in front of my neighbors house. I finally had the last straw and decided to peak out in front to see who it was. It was one of the managers from my job watching the house, but he wasn't stupid enough to use his car in case I call the police on him and run the plates. He drove off soon after and the drive-by's stopped.
Then my supervisor from my old job kept calling me to the point where I had to block her. Our boss was having her call me for whatever idiotic reason after I told them I quit. I even had to change my number because of it because after I blocked them, they changed their phone number so they could get around the block.
I started my new job and just so happened I ran into a few additional old coworkers and they asked me why I quit. I told them what happened and they were all in agreement that I did not say anything about rat poo. They were there too. They also told me that they were extremely desperate to get me to come back because when I quit, they were screwing my food up so badly and could not keep up with the workload. They also now realized that I was right about what I was telling them and that I did not say what they were accusing me of saying. They knew they f'ed up royally. I told them I am not stupid enough to go back and I am happier at the place I am at now. I told them also that the only reason why they need me back is because I'm an extra body and they will never fully apologize for what they did. They sure enough never did apologize.Read 2 Replies | Add a ReplyUser Feedback:Close Replies
Posted by frogleghorn on 08/01/2011:
The craziest job aroundI worked at a debt collection lawfirm for 4 years.
When I first started I was about 19 years old and I was very exicted to have an office job where I could sit at a desk and do paper work all day. The jobs I had before that were all manual labor and a lot of walking and standing.
Being the excited go getter I was, I worked extra hard doing any tedious or difficult task I could ask for. Everyone liked me and I went home with a feeling of satisfaction. The boss told me after all, that if I quit going to school for the nursing program I was in, the company would PAY for me to go to college to get a degree to further me in my career! It couldn't get any better.
Now part of the reason it was easy for me to rise above and be so energetic and hopeful, was because most of the people who worked there were slackers. They spent a whole lot of time on the internet basically doing nothing but answering phone calls, and finding ways to push their work onto others. There was a guy and another girl hired into what became our own little team and the guy was just plain lazy. He was always messing up and finding ways to get out of doing anything to the point where the supervisors started to notice. The problem was, they came at all three of us when he screwed up even when he made specific mistakes that were of his own doing....all three of us would have to sit in on at least 3 monthly meetings where we would have to listen to a lecture about 'not stapling a paper correctly' or 'taking less breaks'
Knowing I didn't do those things I'd try to talk to the supervisor afterward and ask her if I was doing something wrong becase to my knowledge I wasn't doing any of the things mentioned in the meeting, but she winked at me and said 'I think we all know who that meeting was for'
After so many times it started to get annoying and I began to despise the lazy bum because I was sick of listening to griping about stuff he did wrong and having to fix his mistakes and listen to the supervisors call us all out on them.
About two years into the job, things started getting really busy because business was growing. I'd like to think me and another coworker were largely responsible for that shift since we were always staying late, working very hard, and thinking of ideas that saved time and money. We always got excellent reviews and large raises.
Then the third year we didn't get a raise at all. And the work was piling up. Business and money for the company was better than ever. I was bummed about not getting the raise. We slowly but surely started losing our motivation. The problems the lazy guy who was supposed to be our 'team member' began to fester and I started to notice a lot of things that were bothering me about the job.
First of all, they drank on the job and were encouraged by the owner to do so. Secondly, they were very sexually explicit, sometimes employees would be seen wearing a penis mask on their face asking me and fellow coworkers if they'd like to sit on their face.
Really it was sickening and bothersome, but when HR and managers are seeing people do this stuff and laughing with about it, who can you go to in order to report it?
So third year is coming up, professinalism is seriously low, and morale even lower.
Had to beg to get a yearly Christmas bonus.
The bosses son was hired and was supposed to take on some of our workload but instead he took insanely long lunch breaks and put so much stress on me because I was constantly covering for his assignments and losing time on my own work. I was behind, I hated my job, the sexual harassment was getting out of hand. I could go on and on. But basically it was a hostile, drunken, crazy work environment. My supervisor obviously didn't care that the bosses son did nothing and every time I tried to mention something she said she'd take care of it but she never did. They messed up my tax return causing me to have to re file...blah blah blah.
So I was mad. And one day I did an hour of the bosses son's work (I had to do it even if I didn't want to in order to continue my assignment)and another lady came barging over demanding her 100 papers that obviously I didn't have time to finish because I was completing the rest of the bosses son's work. And that was it. I just upped and walked out. I'd had enough. I wanted to go back to school and finish my career in health care, and I regret the time I wasted on these losers, but all in all it will be great experience for me. I did try to talk to my supervisor before I'd left the building and told her I was very stressed and could no longer complete other people's assignments when I was getting behind on my work and they needed to tell him to do his own work.
Her reply was 'If you're suffering so much why don't you just leave'
I think she was bluffing because after that she called herself a 'bad boss' and said she 'felt bad'
I don't know what they'll do without me.
I had some money saved up and it was just the right time.
I am scared because I've never been without a job since I was 16, but this was the wrong career path for me and I just got mixed in with the wrong crowd and did way too much.
I will know never to freely take on other people's assignments in the future (not be a pushover or too much of an overachiever) and I will not ignore multiple red flags that pop up from day one.
And I'm excited to go back to school, work part time and finish where I started.Read 2 Replies | Add a ReplyUser Feedback:Close Replies
Posted by Wage Slave on 01/28/2011:
You Said I'm What? Five years ago, I took a job as an Executive Secretary at a large healthcare organization. At first, I was enthusiastic about learning a new job and maybe meeting new people, but as time went on, I could detect that the people who I worked with weren't the same type of people I had known at my previous jobs. I was fortunate to have worked with people who supported me, and many of the people I have worked with have remained good friends to this day. For starters, and I found out this later, that when I came on board, people were gunning for me to fail, because they didn't think I could fill the shoes of the woman who previously occupied the Executive Secretary job.
Then, and I know this is going to sound hard to believe, but, in my previous jobs, I almost never, if ever, heard woman drop the F or C bomb in the workplace. Then there was Ann. Her real name has been concealed to protect the not so innocent. She was the secretary across the hall whose door was eight feet away from mine. My department and her department were supposed to work closely together. Whenever I tried to talk to her about work, or become friendly, she would give me a downward stare, or a short, curt answer. But, I tried to remain professional and not go carnival freak crazy on her. In the five years I worked there, Ann never once, ever, darkened my doorway to socialize. I managed to get one Merry Christmas out of her. I was working there when she had her son. Prior to his birth, she had a baby shower and invited many co-workers. Take three guesses, and the first two don't count who didn't get invited to the baby shower. She didn't even give me a chance to share in her joy of having the baby she always wanted.
I began to get depressed, burnt out, and extremely disillusioned. For the most part, the work was boring, the people were mean, and I guess I didn't feel like giving the 150% they wanted out of me. But I did do my job and from what people were telling me, I was doing a good job. I had many years in the workforce, I had a college degree, and I had a part-time job writing feature articles for the local newspapers.
I knew I wasn't fitting in, and I knew I needed to get out of there. I kept on applying for positions I wasn't getting called for.
Then, on the morning of my and my husband's sixth wedding anniversary, a Friday, I received my yearly evaluation from the Administrator and Assistant Administrator of the facility I worked in. My work was rated overall not competent along with a list of improvements to make, and goals to meet within a 30-day period or face possible termination.
If a meteor crashed into the building, or if Madonna, Derek Jeter, Michelle Obama or Snookie walked into my office at that moment, I would have been less shocked. I acted like nothing was wrong while my boss was going over the evaluation. I took half the day off. I went home and cried. My husband and I tried to have a nice anniversary dinner. Knowing full well what I had to do, and being completely aware of the present economic climate, I went in to my office on a Sunday morning, packed my stuff up handed in my badge, unsigned evaluation, and resignation letter. To top it off, I tried to collect unemployment, and that was turned down. I knew that job and the atmosphere wasn't right from the start. If anyone learns anything from this story, please let it be go with your first instinct. If it doesn't feel right at the interview, you are more than likely right. Read 4 Replies | Add a ReplyUser Feedback:Close Replies
Posted by labtech on 08/17/2010:
Never work here. Im warning you. I've only been working at applebees for about a week now as a Hostess. Why do I want to quit? many reasons one being I never know when I get off till they tell me like a slave that I can leave. Oh did I mention I am 16 years old and I have yet to obtain my provisional license, which means I have to sit outside or walk over to target till my mom comes to get me like 20 minutes later. Yes I do get paid but its too much work for that little bit of money. My daily tasks include: Greeting guests and seating them at a table, bus tables, sweep, run food to tables, take drink orders, and clean the bathrooms! Maybe that doesn't sound like much to you but trust me it is. Hosts have to seat people in a certain section or the servers get pissed because they have to many tables,or not enough tables. It is tough going back and forth from the kitchen, to tables, to the foyer. Oh and the manager, lets just say he says rude things to the Hostess's. No he has never said anything to me yet. But if he ever does I will quit on the spot. I won't even put in my two weeks. So take my advice and do not work at Applebees. Read 8 Replies | Add a ReplyUser Feedback:Close Replies
Posted by econobiker on 08/13/2010:
Fed up with concrete I worked for large ready mix company, driving a mixer. It seemed the people in dispatch had it out for me, making me come in early, and leave late. I also had to do all the maintenance on the truck because the mechanics were far too busy screwing around. At the end of one particularly long week, they sent me to a job at a different plant. They decided that I should haul the last load, skipping over three other drivers from that plant. After getting half unloaded, the customer had enough concrete. I shut the truck off, took the keys, and threw them in the barrel, letting them sink into the concrete. The extra key was well over an hour away. Add a Reply