11 Epic People Who Quit Their Jobs Like a BOSS

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Have you ever been so fed up with your job that you wanted to just walk out? You’re not alone. Every day, asshole bosses around the world aren’t treating their employees the way they deserve to be treated (whether illegally so or otherwise).

So, what can you do when you’re up against a jerk? Well, you have two options. One, keep working hard and hope they notice, or two, quit in a blaze of glory. These 11 people did just that. Check ’em out, and let us know your favorite story in the comments below!

1. A couple of my best friends decided to get married in Scotland (we’re American). It was quite an expensive trip, so I picked up a part time job at a shitty sandwich chain for about a year to save so my wife and I could attend. About 2 weeks before the trip, I was offered emergency overtime at my full time job. I was unsure if I was scheduled to work at the sandwich joint, so I called the owner. He told me I was, which was a bummer, because I couldve stayed at my real job for about $30/hr more for the evening.

So I went in to make sandwiches. When I got there, another employee told me that I wasn’t scheduled to work, rather someone called in earlier and the owner took advantage of my not knowing my schedule for the week. So I took the spot at the end of the assembly line, bagged up 8 orders and walked out the door with them, along with the little rack of about 20 bottles of hot sauce. I hopped in my car and took off back to my real job to work that overtime shift with a bunch of sandwiches for the other employees.

2. My small time office was bought out and taken over by a large company. Suddenly I was told I was “just a secretary”, my salary was cut, benefits non existent and there was nothing legally I could do (because I checked). They did it in such a way that it was if I started a new job.

The new office manager told someone that his highschool son could do my job, for less pay, so in the summer my hours were cut. I finally said fuck this and didn’t show up. After bullying and tearful trips home.

Then I began to get frantic emails about how to deposit and split certain payments, how to use accouting programs, how to enter time sensitive forms….so much whining. I guess nobody trained the boy and just sat him at the front desk.

At first it was professional, then it turned to hostility, then begging. This was over the span of 2 days, in which I didn’t check my email because I was busy at another job. I finally broke down and wrote an email stating I have all the information they needed stored on a website. At the bottom of the page was a link to Google. I signed it “just a secretary”.

3. I needed a job. I was out of money for school. I, at the time, had about five years of trade experience. This was a few years ago, when the Bakken was still going strong. I took a significant pay cut to get this job, it was in the Bakken and was told that at 90 days I’d get a review and it’d be worth it. The housing they promised was awful. North Dakota was awful. I held out for 90 days to see this awesome raise, thinking oil field, big money was coming.

“You’re a great employee, we’re very happy having you on board, etc.” Seventy five cents. I thought about it, said fuck this, I have some pride. Scribbled a resignation letter that said “here’s 75 cents worth of notice. I quit.”

Left it on supervisors desk and went home. I got a call the next day, I ignored it. Got a text, “can’t believe this is your notice”

Yeah, they make a ton of cash out there, they can afford to pay people.

4. A friend of mine was a cook at a busy restaurant. The general manager was a real asshole and treated employees terribly. My friend and another cook got fed up and decided to quit with a bang. They were working a busy Sunday brunch and they started slowing down the orders. The uncooked orders kept stacking up and up. Then they told the manager off and quit.

The whole restaurant was mayhem. The restaurant had to comp like a 100 meals. I don’t think the manager learned his lesson.

5. My buddy worked cashier at McDonald’s. One particularly trying day, with a full line at his register, he just said “I’m Out” and crawled out through the drive through window.

Funny sidenote, his boss called him the next day to ask if he was coming in as he didn’t officially quit.

6. I worked at Boston Market in high school and i had been getting screwed on hours for a month or so. Then, the new schedule came out and I saw that I had 6 hrs for the whole week. I was PISSED. The last order I, had a guy came in and just wanted some kids meals for his two kids. I asked him if he wanted anything for himself but I could tell that he was in a bind with money. Dude paid in all change and barely had enough.

So, I went to the back and got him a party platter that we use for catering and I gave him at least 15 peoples worth of food and almost a whole rack of fresh cornbread. I mean, I absolutely hooked this guy the fuck up. He had more food than he could carry. I put my apron on the counter and helped him carry it to his car. Dude started crying, and after he had it all packed up, I just walked home.

Turns out, my shift manager at the time had been stealing money each week and they didn’t catch on until another manager had to pull my shift and he caught him doing it. I think it was a good way to go out.

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7. My buddy and I worked in a warehouse one summer during college. We loaded the trucks with merchandise to be shipped to various stores. On our last day (this was through a temp agency), the belts broke down so the products couldn’t come down to the loading area. We were told that our shift, which was supposed to be 6 hours, would be extended to about 12- 14. We noped the fuck right out of there and clocked out.

This is the sweet part. We got in the car and turned on our favorite rock station which happened to be having a contest for a couple of NFL tickets at a local restaurant. We ended up being the first ones there and told the DJ our story. He said if one of us could eat a large pizza right there, we got the tickets. My buddy happens to be a big eater and the way he ripped through that pizza was awe-inspiring. And that’s how I attended my first ever pro football game.

8. Told the office manager that he couldn’t arrange a successful girl scout cookie drive, let alone run a business. On the way out I told him I was going to report him to the state labor board for working everyone 8.5 hours a day without lunch. The state made him cut me a check for 2.5 years of missed lunches.

9.  I went to a small private school, I’m talking 500 kids kindergarten-12th grade. The teachers were really cool and caring for the students success. Because of how small the classes were, it was easier for them to connect and ensure everyone does well. Well there were two teachers that the whole school knew to be everyone’s favorite, even though they only taught 11th/12th grade. One of these teachers, Mr. F, was known to be slightly better than the other. On the last day of school, we always had an assembly with the whole school and parents to give out awards and for teachers to be announced for the next year, and for those leaving to say goodbye.

Now the headmaster is known to be a giant dick. Everyone just dislikes him, and nobody really knows how the board works or who they are so all their decisions are represented by the headmaster. This past year, they decided to not renew the contract of this favorite teacher for whatever reason. So when the headmaster announced he will not be coming back, there were loud “awwwws” from the audience. He asked if Mr. F wanted to come up to give a last word, and he says yes. He goes up and he says “I have not be notified until this morning, that my contract has not been renewed. This decision is one that will negatively impact both me and my family thanks to the headmaster. So to all of you students, work hard. And to you, headmaster, drops the mic and flicks him off with both hands and walks off the stage” and the cheers from the students and the parents were deafening.

10.  Working in a wings place just out of college as a cook. Start working there and everything is going ok except for the fact that I’m really underpaid. I was making minimum wage as 1 of 2 cooks in the restaurant. Work there for a few months and the manager sits down to talk with me. We discuss a few things and I bring up the fact that I really deserve a raise. I was working 50-60 hours a week and the compensation based on my effort really wasn’t evening out. He basically told me to fuck off and that cooks are a dime a dozen. So I told him I was disappointed with his retort.

Times were tough for me at that time so I bit my lip and just went back to work. The next few months were hell. The manager of the restaurant would openly put me down in front of other employees and constantly berate me for asking for more money. He would put me on back to back to back opening and closing shifts and send people home on purpose so I would be the only one left to clean the kitchen at the end of the night. I was beginning to lose my chill with this job.

So finally super bowl Sunday rolls around (a VERY busy day for restaurants that make wings). I get into work and everyone is already pissed. The other cook didn’t show up and nothing is prepped for the day. I roll up my sleeves and start working. We get everything set and I start making wings for the orders. I’m working my ass off and my manager comes up to me and starts giving me the same shit. The phones are ringing like crazy and honestly there are more orders than the restaurant can handle. It’s fucking chaos. Then some of the managers friends (not employees) come into the kitchen and start fucking with all my stuff. Moving things, disorganizing stuff, sitting on my prep counters. I tell them to gtfo and my manager storms in and lays the fuck into me. Tells me I’m a worthless piece of shit, I never do anything right, I’m not worth more than minimum wage and I never fucking put in any extra effort.

That was it. My brained just clicked and I stopped giving a fuck about anything. I stood up straight and stretched out my arms wide. Slowly took off my kitchen apron and removed my hat. Stared dead in the managers eyes and calmly but sternly said. “Have an enjoyable super bowl Sunday.” I threw the the apron and my hat in the fry oil basins grabbed my bag and walked passed the rest of the employees who’s mouth were hanging open and out the back to the ever fading ring of phones ringing. Arrived at my home and met up with my room mates. I told them the story and we decided to order 200 wings from my former employer and watch the game.

11. I worked in a big oil company and was about to switch jobs due to a better offer.

Somehow through connections I learned that my current employer was about to let a lot of people go, so I signed up for my new job with a start date 6 months from then, waited for the announcement of severance packages, then cashed in 12 months payment (effectively earning a dual salary for one year), and took a 3 month vacation.

I left that job with a huge smile on my face.