Today I walked out of my job.
I have been there for 3 and a half weeks and realised that it wasn't for me. The people are unsociable and the work is constant and monotonous. I was being managed by someone who is barely senior to me in years (27, I am 25) and she was clearly not capable to manage anyone. I have had no direction in my role and I seized my opportunity.
She went for an hour and a half long meeting, I couldn't be bothered to have the conversation with her because I am a) a coward who avoids confrontation and b) really couldn't be bothered to wait for her to come back from the meeting, I had made my mind up mid way through her and her boss reeling off a list of inane bullshit they wanted me to do. I would like to point out this is completely uncharacteristic of me, I have never walked out of anything in my life, and I am still having shaky feelings inside several hours later.
I sent her an email, to her and the representative in HR, explaining that I was leaving because of the fact I have been given no direction etc (to be fair it really was awful but don't want to bore with the details in this post). I sent it on delay so that it would send 20 minutes after i left the building. I packed up my stuff and very quietly walked out of the door.
So, over to you, what is the worst job you have ever had, but more importantly, what is the best way that you have "resigned" from that job. If your job lives are anything like your love lives, I am in for a treat!
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She said I had to work Boxing Day for 2 hours and New Year's Day for an hour on minimum wage with no overtime.
I told her I wouldn't do it and started putting on my jacket to quit, she told the other members of staff that I didn't haven't the guts to quit. I walked out with with my two fingers in the air and said "I think I do!" Never went back
That's a good lesson though. Email delay does not work.
But gòod luck and I hope the next job is the one that ticks your boxes.
Media site for you joining/working with this firm.
I just want a friendly place where I can work as an accountant. I really struggle with the stereotypical idea of accountants, it is completely true, I just want to work in a place where people care about how you are doing and want a chat occasionally. I was told it was sociable before I joined, when I joined and then for the 3 weeks, but I think about 3 people talked to me. Because of the structure I only ever had cause to talk to one person in my job. It was very, very lonely...
I did it about 15 years ago. I started off politely informing HR this isn't the place for me and please make my cards up and send them on. Then quickly getting out of hand with the managing director and then on to my manager who seemed shocked and surprised that," I wouldn't even sit down with him and discuss the problem". To which I replied, "you spoke earlier, leave it at that ".
Very edited and tame version.
Anyway, congratulations on making a bold decision.
First time I was working for a well known bookies. Was on a zero hour contract but they kept on calling me to cover other people's hours. I also had another job and was working 7 days a week, full days, some evenings and weekends. My first daughter had also just been born.
I woke up one Sunday morning and thought no, can't do it anymore. The manager was the type to talk you round if you got into a conversation and so I simply stopped going. Wasn't proud of it.
Second time I was going back into employment after being self employed. I got some basic temp work at my former employers, I had been given the impression this would allow me to apply for suitable internal posts, within an hour I found out this was not the case. I was massively over qualified for the temp work and had completed the days work well before lunch time. I hadn't signed any contracts etc and mulled things over whilst having lunch. Thought sod it and went home. My ego definitely played a part. I previously had worked for them for 10 years and felt if one work organisation should know my value, it should be them. I emailed them later.
A months no time either really.
For a while when I was about 20 I worked in a bank in Sidcup. I found it so deadly dull working there, that one day as the bus pulled into the stop overlooking the bank where I was supposed to get off I took one look at it from the upstairs window and just stayed on the bus.
I later phoned them and told them that my girlfriend was pregnant which meant ( for reasons even I could not really work out myself) that I could NEVER EVER GO BACK IN THE BANK.
I don't think I even had a girlfriend at the time.
They were ever so nice and tried to persuade me to come back in to discuss a way forward with this sudden change in my circumstances, but I held on resolutely to my position.
In the end they relented with a long sigh, almost as though this was a regular ploy people used to leave the bank, and we parted company.
The daft things we do when we are kids eh....
Also walked out of a job at Blockbuster Video after a year of free Doritos. Chucked my keys at my boss and left cos I thought she was a bit mad. Felt amazing that did.
Still, I do wonder @Huskaris if you stand a better chance of finding what you're looking for if you talk to your line managers about anything that's bothering you. A girl at my work is struggling with some stuff, she would have quit by now if she hadn't spoken to her line manager, but right now seems happy as anyone. Which is a bugger, cos I think she might be a complete lunatic.
I know what you mean about line managers, where I previously worked I was given permission to work on projects outside of my team, it was great and I managed to go to Canada for a few days and Rotterdam on a day trip. Here I just didn't have a dialogue with my manager, it really wasn't working out.
Perhaps I should point out my predecessor resigned on the last day before her probation and walked out the door that day...
Two days later, I received a letter telling me that I was not suitable for the position.
When he came in the boss asked was it a boy or a girl. He said he'd know in 9 months.
He was sacked.
I jacked another job in a chip shop which lasted 2 days of being outright abused by a nasty family of Indians who ran the place. I said to the lady of the family the job wasn't for me and she started screaming and shouting at me. I wish I could say I kicked right off but I just swallowed her and her grown up son's bullshit for the rest of the night and locked them both in the 'chip room' before I left after I listened to them bitch and racially abuse me and how much of a cunt I was for quitting a 3 quid and hour job being spoken to and treated like a slave thinking I couldn't hear them. So I pushed the door shut and wedged a massive barrel of chip oil against the locked door for good measure. As I left the shop door open I went to the pub next door and told everyone the owners had buggered off and to help themselves to anything.
Another job I had a stab at was selling double glazing with one of my mates. I'd actually done really well at it on the phones but they knocked me and sneered that there was nothing I could do. They'd taken my commission for themselves so me and said mate went to work and told them to even up the wrongdoing and pay me my bonus and comission or there would be bother. They sneered again so we absolutely wrecked the place. The guy who had done the comission stealing went for me so I punched him and told the other bloke who was busy hiding behind a filing cabinet I'd quit. That was intensely satisfying. I actually git loads of job offers off the back of people telling varying versions of that story.
I went back groundworking after that and did my best to avoid tool stealing irishman