I wore a hoodie on accident for getting that it was against dress code. And the security officer called me out by my last name and said that what I was wearing was against dress code and that I couldn’t go into the office. So I just said you know what fuck this through my hands up and drove back home. Got another job like the next day

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)

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.

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.

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.

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.

My dad did. Not much, really, just happier. Out of a job for now, but it’s fine.

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.

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