What was the “fuck this shit, I’m out” moment that made you quit your job?

What was the “fuck this shit, I’m out” moment that made you quit your job?

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  1. I didn’t make it as a Zookeeper.

    I worked hard towards my zoology degree, and finally got an internship at the zoo for a 6-week summer program.

    I knew I was getting into a low-paying, high-stress field…but I had no idea just how unimaginably, horrifically bad the **smells** could be. I’d heard the warnings, but I thought “I volunteered at animal shelters all through college, I’ve got this.”

    My very first day, they wanted me to help clean out the lion nighthouse (where around 8 lions spent the night since it was storming outside).

    Oh my god. It’s like being in a gas chamber. I puked. Gallons of big, unneutered cat piss sprayed all over the place. Enormous, slimy piles of digested-meat shit. I don’t know how the keeper I was with acted like this was normal.

    Needless to say I didn’t last long.

  2. Worked at target for a month, was putting in 110% and constantly being asked for more. Finally got an interview somewhere else and my next shift got called in for being too slow and it impacting the shift managers shit.

    Didn’t bother going back. Fuck em.

  3. I was in the military (Canadian, mostly Navy) and was asked to deploy for what would have been the 4th time in 7 years. I let them know I would be retiring on a specific day which would be in the middle of the deployment so they brought someone in from another base to take the position. Being the only healthy, deployable person on the base in my trade and at my rank level sucked. I could have stayed in another 7 years, but it wasn’t worth it anymore.

  4. Boss liked to ask me to set up meetings for him with other bosses/Department Heads, but he doesn’t like to give me the full agenda, jus tell me “please set up meeting with ***”. Then he will disappear to other unplanned meetings (I have access to his calendar), then he gets pissed when I keep calling him to ask for more details, as his target audience are all busy as him, if not busier; and meeting slots are hard to get.
    He chews me out if I can’t get the meeting set up, and he chews me up for asking for more details when he is busy with other things.

    Tolerated this nonsense for 4 years before I decided to submit my 1 month notice, as I was bothering on depression, from this job.

    If you are here on reddit, Fuck You, Chris.

  5. I had worked at the same place for 12 years, and every year they took more from their employees—longer hours, shorter breaks, more responsibilities, few opportunities for overtime, less flexibility. It felt so uptight after a while.

  6. Assistant manager made me work with a fractured arm, wouldn’t make sure all the work was finished before she left, and tried to get me in shit for taking my union mandated lunch break.

  7. I wasn’t allowed to ask off for something that I

    A) Had already put a notice in to request off for 2 weeks in advance.

    B) Had already paid a nonrefundable 800$ towards.

    As in I was flat out told “sorry, that’s Labor Day weekend and you’re not high up enough to request off on holidays” two days before the event when the new schedule was released with me still on it that weekend.

    The company I worked for was THE largest grocery chain in the US and they couldn’t afford to let me have 4 days off because I wasn’t high ranking enough. I’d already put 4 years in, bitch bye.

  8. When I lost my job as a waitress due to the pandemic, the only good-paying job I saw listed near me was to work on a hog farm. It paid -way- above minimum wage and seemed to have trouble attracting workers, so…gave it a shot, I had some farm experience since I worked with horses as a kid.

    Nothing fancy, just cleaning pens and feeding the pigs. What could go wrong?

    The problem was it completely destroyed my social life…it didn’t seem to matter how much I showered. I always stunk of pigs – very, very strongly, according to some of my best friends who I trusted to be honest with me.

    The odor in the barns was appalling at first, but I slowly got used to it…but I couldn’t get used to stinking too bad to socialize, 24/7.

    My best friends refusing to be around me was the last straw. Gave it up and went back to minimum wage for now, hah.

  9. worked a retail job that had a super intense pressure to sell. I was helping a woman find a dress for her sister’s funeral and my supervisor was pushing me to upsell her.

  10. I asked for more hours and was denied.
    One day they were short on staff and i volunteered to cover the missing employee’s hours, i was denied…
    I worked 8 to 15 hours a week on a bi weekly pay…
    The servers said i was a lot of help and that they wished the manager gave me more hours because i picked up the slack they didnt have time to handle… And i took care of come customers…
    I honestly loved the job and some of the frequenting customers, and had interesting coworkers….

    Anyways i decided it was time to find a new job and applied and got one that gives more hours, better pay par hour, better benifits, and weekly pay… Then i started bragging about leaving soon and the manager called me into his office to offer me a raise that was nowhere near the new pay i was getting when i transfered, and offered more hours if i could help out even more then what i was doing (when i was doing my job plus part of the bar tenders and servers… But okay).

    I told him i was starting my new job soon that offered more, so im putting in my 2 weeks notice… I had lots of fun on my last day because the manager told me to ignore my job and help with Halloween decorations… Super fun, emotional leave… And a lot of the employees were kinda upset after i left because from what i heard i kinda set a bar that was hard to replace… So they complained that the manager shouldve used me better. And sometime id go back to visit and they were happy to see me when i ordered, i hardly go there any more, NONE of my co-worker other than one of the bartenders and the manager were still there last time i visited.

    New job is okay too i mike the manager there and the coworker, the actual job itself is laboring and i have it but im living.

  11. When I was 17 I played in paintball tournaments once a month. I got a part time job to help support upgrading my gear and paying for paint. I gave my unavailability for the next few months and the weekend of my first tournament came and I was scheduled. I brought it to my supervisor and said “I got this job to pay for paintball.” He told me I needed to figure out what was more important and I walked out in the middle of the shift.

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