What thing at work made you rage quit your job?
I'll go first. I did lots of policy writing, and SOP writing with a medical insurance company. I was often forced to do phone customer service as an "additional duties as needed" work task.
On this particular day, I was doing phone support for medicaid customers, during the covid pandemic. I talked to one gentleman that had an approval to get injections in his joints for pain. (Anti-inflamatory, steroid type injections.) His authorization was approved right when covid started, and all doctor's offices shut the fuck down for non emergent care. When he was able to reschedule his injections, the authorization had expired. His doctor sent in a new authorization request.
This should have been a cut and dry approval. During the pandemic 50% of the staff was laid off because we were acquired by a larger health insurance conglomerate, and the number of authorization and claim denials soared. I'm 100% convinced that most of those denials were being made because the staff that was there were overburdened to the point of just blanket denying shit to make their KPIs. The denial reason was, "Not medically necessary," which means, not enough clinical information was provided to prove it was necessary. I saw the original authorization, and the clinical information that went with it, and I saw the new authorization, which had the same charts and history attached.
I spent 4 hours on the phone with this man putting an appeal together. I put together EVERY piece of clinical information from both authorizations, along with EVERY claim we paid related to this particular condition, along with every pharmacy claim we approved for pain medication related to this man's condition, to demonstrate that there was enough evidence to prove medical necessity.
I gift wrapped this shit for the appeals team to make the review process as easy as possible. They kicked the appeal back to me, denying it after 15 minutes. There is no way it was reviewed in 15 minutes. I printed out the appeal + all the clinical information and mailed it to that customer with my personal contact information. Then I typed up my resignation letter, left my ID badge, and bounced.
24 hours later, I helped that customer submit an appeal to our state agency that does external appeals, along with a complaint to the attorney general. The state ended up overturning the denial, and the insurance company was forced to pay for his pain treatments.
It took me 9 months to find another 9-5 job, but it was worth it.
Got told to go help someone and they got in my face yelling for looking at a piece of equipment they were having problems with. Next day I said I wouldn't work with them and got told that I can't pick who I work with. It turns out that you actually can pick who you work with.
I could not do any kind of customer/office support job because I would’ve just walked away from that person or told them to be an adult.
that's incredible. thank you for being a genuinely awesome human being who cares enough about your community to do this.
If this had happened a year earlier, before we were sold to a conglomerate, I probably would have just helped this guy with his external state appeal on company time, to be petty about being forced to work the phones at all, and kept working the job. I've helped plenty of others do external appeals when I knew the review team was dead wrong.
Helping that last guy after I quit wasn't about me being nice, or caring about my community. It was about lashing out at a company that treated me as subhuman, and forcing them to follow the fucking law, which cost them money. The fact that someone benefited from my rage after quitting was just the cherry on top.
Now I do benefits for about 1800 state employees, and it warms my heart when I can help one of our employees get shit paid for after it's been denied. Health insurance companies are the devil incarnate, and I've made it my personal mission to make sure they all follow the letter of the law and our written contracts when it comes to the employees in my agency.
hell yeah. thank you for making the world less shitty. :)
I was told that I gave one of our young engineers a "crisis of conscience" for telling him about how a product we were developing needed some more work and testing because we didn't have enough data on it to release it for use.
Somehow management decided that I was poisoning the company and was toxic for not releasing a partially tested product that could either get people sick or set things on fire and then get people sick.
I was told to get on board and apologize to the young engineer for being a bad example or leave. I started polishing my resume, then turned in my resignation.
I spoke to the young engineer in a friendly and non-acusatory manner and he denied staying any of that to management, he claimed he understood what I was telling him and he agreed with my statements. We still keep in touch.
A company that doesn’t listen to its experts shouldn’t be around. It’s part of why they pay you for your skills.
I was a freelancer for about a decade, and only ever walked off of one job site. It was because of safety concerns and one asshole. I was a stagehand, setting up lighting, decking, and audio gear for a musical in a local megachurch. I was in charge of a crew for this job, through a local labor company; Church hired the company to provide labor, who hired me as a subcontractor to make sure things went well, track workers’ time, etc... The load in was set to last three days, with them rehearsing in the evenings. Then they’d open that weekend.
I ended up attaching myself to the lighting crew for the first day, because decking and audio crews already had people who knew what they were doing. Plus if I’m in the catwalk, I can usually keep a pretty good eye on what is going on around the room. Some catwalks are easy to get to. They’re designed thoughtfully, with the expectation that crews will need to access them regularly. Other catwalks are… Not so easy. Maybe it was designed to be easy at one point, but then engineers added more structural beams, HVAC installers added air ducts, electricians added panels and conduit across doorways and walkways, architectural lighting got added in walkways, etc… Basically, the construction was a bunch of different crews, and none of them talked to each other to keep the catwalks accessible.
This church’s catwalk was unfortunately in the latter group. Getting to it involved a combination of a six-story-tall spiral staircase, army-crawling under an air duct, climbing over some electrical conduit, and squat-walking on a steel mesh grid to avoid some overhead beams. Needless to say, we made the trek up there once, and immediately decided that we weren’t going to be carrying our lights the same way we got up. Hell, lots of our lights wouldn’t even fit the same way we came up, due to the army-crawling section.
So we throw a rope down from the catwalk. Our lights are heavy, and it’s about a 7-story-tall lift to get from the audience to the catwalk. But many hands makes for light work, right? I ask who knows their knots, because we need someone on the ground to tie the lights onto the rope. One of the newbies (who I had never worked with before) raises his hand, so I send him down to act as ground support. His job is simple. We send the rope down from the catwalk, he ties the light to it, and then we haul the light up while he watches from the ground, making sure we don’t knock into anything or scratch the ceiling of the theater. Lather, rinse, repeat. This dude has the easiest job in the entire goddamned building, because all he has to do is tie a knot every few minutes, then watch the rest of us work.
So we send the rope down. A minute or so later, he calls back up that we’re good to lift. So we haul this light up. It’s heavy. It sucks. Many hands makes for light work, but we can only get a few hands on the rope due to the way we’re positioned in the catwalk. But we muscle this light up. One down, only 90 more to go.
But then as we set the light down on the catwalk, we realize that the “knot” we had lifted it with was basically just a bunch of loops with the tail pulled through. It fell apart as soon as the tension on the rope was released. Apparently our knot-tying ground support lied about being able to tie knots, and just went with the “if you can’t tie a knot, tie a lot” method. Except his “tie a lot” part wasn’t even safe, because he ended up just making a tension knot that completely fell apart as soon as the tension was gone. So I send someone else (who I have worked with before, and actually trust) down to the ground, and they send him back up.
All of this was simply to say that we were already a little bit on edge regarding this lighting install, because if that “knot” had come undone midway through our lift, we would have dropped a thousand dollar ~120lb light onto the audience seats, from about 90 feet in the air. So I want you to keep that part in mind when I bring up this next part…
After we get thirty or forty lights lifted, we’re feeling the strain. These lights are heavy, and my guys are smoked. The catwalk is hot (because hot air rises, this is in Texas in the summertime on a sunny day, and we’re basically pressed against the roof,) and we’ve all soaked through our shirts with sweat. For every light, once we get to the edge of the catwalk, we basically have to manhandle it up and over the railing to avoid scratching the decorative ceiling panels that are below us.
In the meantime, the church’s audio guy has shown up. He is sitting in the audience, chatting with another church employee. He apparently brought his son to work today. His son was like 5 or 6, and was suddenly running around in the audience, directly underneath us as we’re lifting these damned lights. Again, we’re already worried about dropping one of these lights. Even if we have the best knots in the world, accidents happen. I have seen clamps, handles, and hard points break off of lights before. I have seen ropes break. I have seen steel cables break. So there’s always some measure of “this could all go wrong and there’s nothing we can do but watch it fall” in the back of your mind with every single hoist. We already watched a knot fall apart that morning. And now there’s a fucking child playing underneath us.
So I call down, something along the lines of “Hey, can someone get that kid out of the way? We’re working up here!”
The sound guy almost immediately shouts back “how about you parent your kids, and let me parent mine!”
Like I said, my guys were already needing a break. We had already told ourselves that we were going to take a water break soon. As soon as that dude’s response had stopped reverberating around the (now dead silent) auditorium, I called out “Okay {company name}! Make it safe, then tools down! Take 20, then meet me on the dock!” Simultaneously, all ~40 crew members got the exact same glint in their eyes as they realized what was going on, finished whatever they were doing, then walked away for a smoke break.
In that 20 minutes, I called the company owner (who I play board games with nearly every week), and let him know what was going on. This was ~90 minutes into an 8 hour day. But notably, the crew had a 5 hour minimum. Meaning they’d get paid for at least 5 hours regardless of how long they worked. The intent is to ensure every job is worth the drive; without a minimum, nobody would take a 30 minute job if they had to drive 45 minutes to get there. And he said I could give the crew a choice. They can stay for the full 8 hours, or they can take the minimum and walk away right now. Next, I talked to the church’s main point of contact, to let them know what had happened, and what I was about to tell the crew. And when my crew came back after their break, I gave them all that choice. Every single person on the ~40 man crew took the minimum and walked away for the day.
The show’s load in was delayed by a day, and the church’s sound guy wasn’t present for the rest of the week’s load in and setup.
My blood pressure just kept rising, the further I read...
I'm glad you all walked away; a pissed off client is FAR better than a hospitalized kid on your watch. (though it sounds like the client was understanding anyway)
All it takes is one asshole to ruin a whole production. The funniest bit is that the church could have told him "hey Dave, they're working hard, and they have a point. Take your kid to the back or something until they're done", but couldn't be bothered. Great story.
That Dave guy shouldn't have a kid if he doesn't give a shit if a light falls on them. The "you don't parent my kid" thing is insane. If someone tells me my kid was in a danger zone, I'm moving my kid.
The church may have had previous problems with the guy bing a negligent ass, and finally told him to fuck off.
I had to quite literally push people aside in a crowd because even tho I was wearing a work shirt they refused to move when I had to get to the stage. That made me mad ass hell, I think I would have exploded if I was in your position. You handled that really well.
Did you have to take down the lights with you? Or were they of the venue?
I worked for a pretty big university here in the U.S. Not a premier research school, but pretty big nonetheless.
About a week before classes start, I get a call from the department head. They're cancelling the classes in the specialization I teach due to low enrollment. He's shuffled my schedule (expected) but one of my classes will be one I've never taught before and have absolutely no business teaching.
Now, mind you, this university has been going down hill for a while. Tenure was eliminated in all but name. Funding slashed. Class sizes exploded. Pressure increased to get federal grants to "make up the funding losses" while the school gives you absolutely no support in navigating the federal grant maze. No raises for years, except one small boost to make our salaries match a "sister school" that really wasn't.
I told my department chair I couldn't teach a course I knew nothing about. He relented and agreed to shuffle things around some more and put me in an old class I taught years back. I pulled out my old course materials, opened the textbook, started updating my old syllabus, and realized I just didn't care anymore.
I'd been repeatedly fucked over again and again by these people and I was done. Honestly, I broke down and cried on my spouse's shoulder for half an hour.
I called back the department chair and told him I quit. He said he didn't blame me and wished me luck.
The silver lining? I now run my own software business (SaaS), get up around 10 am, add features whenever I feel like it, and draw a modest paycheck. My stress is way, way down and I'm learning to love my boss (me).
After university I was looking for any part time work I could find. This was in 2007-2008, so the job market wasn’t particularly good in the UK. Ended up at a company that did over the phone charity donations. I wasn’t working for a specific charity, it was a company hired by charities to make cold calls. Called a lady who said she was going through chemo and lost her job recently, although she really would love to help a children’s hospital, she couldn’t afford it. Asshole manager is listening in on the call, makes a hand motion and mouths to me “keep pushing, it’s just excuses”. I apologized for taking up the ladies time and said I hoped her treatment goes well. Hung up, took off the headset and walked out the door. One of the best decisions I’ve made in my life!
My friend worked at a Sky call centre in the UK where their entire job was to delay someone who'd phoned to cancel. He once convinced a legally blind lady to keep her satellite tv subscription and the call was replayed to other members of staff as an exemplary piece of work. He didn't last long there.
Wow what souless assholes!
Wow, after reading your story, my ragequit is peanuts in comparison. I almost don't feel like posting it!
Normally I'm a lot more humble than this, but you're all strangers on the Internet, so you'll just have to take my word for it, but... I had performed extremely well at my software development job. "Exceeds expectations" kind of performance review. I had led the architecture of several large efforts, and consistently delivered features.
Promotion time comes around, and I get a 3% raise. Eh, whatever. At least it meets inflation.
I find out a bit later that one of my coworkers (quite talented in her own right, don't get me wrong) got a title increase and a much more meaningful salary bump.
So I talk to my manager about why she was promoted and I wasn't. We both had similar performance reviews, had led similar projects, and so on. I was prepared to accept it if there was a good reason. There wasn't. There was only budget room for one promotion, and she had been hired at a more senior position than me, though I had been promoted to match soon after I started. That's it. No logical reason other than seniority.
I was butthurt, and started looking for a new job right away. Ended up snagging a great gig in a few weeks.
I keep in touch with my old co-workers quite regularly, and I guess some activist investor forced through policy changes and gutted the satellite office I worked at. I guess I dodged a bullet there.
This sparks joy. Sometimes the only way to get a raise is to jump ship. It makes me happy that you know your worth, and you fight for it!
Early on in my career I got hired as a junior systems administrator. The job description was the usual responsibilities around sysadmin work and supporting our employees. And for the most part, it was. I was part of a team of 4 sysadmins and there were about 500 employees at this location. So not a particularly small outfit.
Anyway, they started asking stuff of my not in the description. I got asked to change a door knob, they justified it as appropriate because it was the IT closet.
Then I got asked to change out a security camera near the top of our warehouse. I refused (the ladder wasn't even rated for my weight), so my immediate boss did it.
A few lightbulbs here and there. Then, the final straw - they asked me to reinsulate the server room. Basically, lift one of the tiles and throw more insulation up there. Given no direction - I got myself a mask and nylon gloves and did it, wish I could say I didn't and I had quit right then and there, but no - I did it and gave them my 2 weeks the next day. They told me they didn't need 2 weeks from me. I was fine with that.
And I know, putting in my 2 weeks a day later isn't exactly a rage quit. But I'm a timid person and a pushover, or was at that time, so to me it certainly felt like it.
Another thing they did was write my up for clocking in while walking into the building. Pulled up the timesheet and the camera footage showing me clocking in a full 5 seconds before entering the building and said I was stealing from the company (basically they showed me the footage of me walking with my phone out and then the timestamp of when I clocked in vs when I entered the building).
The reason I did that was because it was more efficient. I had a set of daily tasks and checks to do and of I started that lost at the rear entrance I could get it done much faster without having to double back.
From that point on you can bet I got into work and took an immediate coffee break on company time before even starting that checklist. Never got written up for that either.
Got stuck as the charge nurse of acute psych almost every single night I worked for over a year. "But no one else can handle it like you" (I'm aware–acute is what I do) but I needed a fucking break. I told them 1/3 days I wanted to either be a floor nurse on med-psych or be the BERRT / consult nurse to the medsurg nurses for behavioral codes. They humored me one day a month for like three months then shoved my head right back under.
Then the supervisor came in to critique my morning reports twice in one week and honestly I didn't even snap I literally just said "OK understood can I finish report now" so she tried to corner me in a side room but I haven't survived ten years in acute psych without major injury by not being able to clock aggressive body language so I just walked right back into the nurses station to let everybody see her yell at me then handed her my badge and keys and left. Had a new job lined up within the week.
Current boss started out with the same sort of compliments like "oh you're so calm when people are threatening to murder you" etc like yeah, as I said, this is what I do, and once I was settled in, everybody got used to asking me for advice on the EMR, meds, they got me teaching the violence deescalation classes the supervisor was tired of, made myself indispensable etc, I straight up told her I'll do all of this, you can even enjoy my fun side projects I get up to when I'm bored–but if you make me charge nurse or let the house supers get shitty with me I'm out as soon as my contract is up.
So far she hasn't pushed it.
Finds out the "crazy people" in the psych ward are not the patients but the supervisor!
Good for you, for leaving.
Most psych nurses will tell you we love our patients for the most part (we get worried when the little old dual schiz / dementia homeless ladies with no teeth stop threatening to murder us) but admin + families are hell.
The patients have an excuse.
Got pulled off all of my R&D projects and told by the CEO in a meeting with all of the team leaders (who enthusiastically agreed) to focus entirely on this one project as it was critically important and mandatory whether we liked it or not before we could go to market with our product. Said OK, got it ready in record time, none of the managers wanted to approve testing. Got told a generic “We need more info.”
Fleshed out everything I could. Did all sorts of bench top testing with full reports, did thorough budget analysis for the entire thing, a complete gantt chart with every contingency accounted for.
Two years later I’m in the latest of god only knows how many approval meetings with management. I’ve dialed back how much I expect out of them and I’m just trying to get an official project initiation form signed so at least I have a record of them acknowledging the project’s existence. One of them asks, for the nth time, “Why do we need to do this again?”
Boss looks at me expectantly, like “Yes, why do we need to do this?” as if I was the one who put myself on the project. I said “I can forward you the email where you told me to drop everything and work on it. If you changed your mind I’m more than OK to drop it and work on something else, but I refuse to hold even one more meeting to get agreement that I should even be working on this.”
He says “I think we just need more information.” I ask “Such as?” knowing full well there wasn’t a single more thing I could add. “We just need more information.” All of the team leaders just stared at me. So I quit on the spot and walked out.
Talked to a friend who still worked there and they still haven’t moved forward with that project years later, and the governing body still refuses to allow sale of the product until they do. It’s a 2 year timeline for testing so I have no idea what they are thinking. It’s only $100,000 too, they paid me more to try and get approval for two years than it would have cost to do it in the first place.
The answer is "we need data that matches what we want".
Public and employee bathrooms out of order. 3 hours before opening, no one has ordered portable toilets. Was told to "walk to the Starbucks" if I needed to go so bad. So I left and never went back. 3 years at that job.
Thats funny totally justified. I QUIT
Rage quitting is overrated. Just do nothing at work. Odds are, no one will notice. And you keep getting paid to do nothing.
That's what I'm doing right now! Company hired me for a position I was qualified for, had more than 5 years experience in the field. Got hired during COVID after my business went belly up (due to billionaire named hagan out of virginia breaking contracts and then suing me for the privilege of attempting to do business with their slimy asses), so I was desperate for work. Like, I was going to have to move back in with my parents unless I found a job and these guys offered me a position at literally the last moment, so I took whatever they offered, which was $60k/year.
After working there for a couple years, really giving it my all, they decide to promote one of the manufacturing people into my old position (I'd be mentoring them), and found out that they started him at $65k/ year. He had zero experience in the new field, but was being paid more. I ended up getting my bosses to agree to a raise to just under $70k, but the damage was done. They showed me exactly how much they appreciate all my effort and experience. Since that day I've done the absolute bare minimum. I do not give a single shit about the company, it's goals, it's production, it's clients, nothing.
And guess what, I'm still getting good reviews and tiny regular raises, I just focus all my time on other things.
I have rage quit two jobs.
A long time ago I worked in a supermarket as a personal shopper. It was a pretty decent job, early start (4am) but an early finish, so it felt that I had the whole day to do whatever I wanted, though I was tired.
Skip ahead to Christmas eve, where everybody apparently has left their huge shops until the very last minute. Not only through our online service, but also in person.
Imagine this: You are being pushed to complete orders as quickly as possible and being called out for being slow, not only that, but every aisle is so full of people that you literally cannot push your trolley through them. I literally couldn't move or do my job. I'm fairly embarrassed to say that I walked out, didn't even tell anybody, and to my surprise I never got called out for it (I think it was too busy to notice) and the way the system worked, one of my colleagues would have just got the order and completed it without me.
The first job I ever quit, I must have been 16 years old. I was working as a promoter for a bar in a small town, essentially walking around with a sign, hanging out flyers, etc. ironic that a 16 year old is advertising a place they wouldn't otherwise be allowed into, but it was cash in hand and pretty dodgy.
On my first night I was promised $50 for my work, but ended up being given $25 because they said it was a trial night. Suddenly my nightly salary is $25 and as a 16 year old, I'm a bit too scared of this dodgy guy in his car that was paying me to ask for the full amount.
Skip ahead a couple of weeks (I work maybe 3-4 nights a week, hours are like 10pm-5am) and tonight, it is pouring down with rain, I'm freezing cold, my uniform involves a t-shirt, and it is genuinely just a horrible experience.
I go to my boss, and tell him that I'm gonna go put my coat on and he says that's not part of my uniform. I get a bit ballsy and tell him I want the extra $25 for the night before, and he said he never promised me anymore money than $25. So I walk home, in the rain, feeling hard done by but also like I learnt a valuable lesson. I never worked for less than I was worth after that.
I work as a gameplay programmer in the games industry. A few years ago we were making a mix of top down PvP hero shooter and Counter Strike. The company got cought up in the crypto bubble and decided to pivot the game and company to become a crypto gaming company (and later an AI gaming company, just following the trends). Anyway, I didn't have to touch that shit for a while, but after some time I was asked to make NFT loot boxes. I handed in my resignation the next day.
I'm glad people like you are out there!
My 2 story's are nowhere near as great as this but I'll share anyway lol
The first was working in a supermarket: I hated working at the register, I need to move around, I can't be stuck in one spot for hours on end. I had tried to get reassigned to another department so I could be more active so I ask the manager if anything has changed and if I could be moved. This sonofabitch actually says this "I'm going to do with you what I do with my kids, I know you really don't like the register so you're going to stay there."
Ok. I grabbed my drawer, handed it in, and walked out.
The second was working as a service technician years later. I had to go to NYC very often and parking succccks there, I usually have to park blocks and blocks away from where I need to be and carry heavy equipment back and forth. Occasionally you'll be in a timed spot and might not make it back in time and get a ticket, the boss never paid those tickets they were on me for choosing the spot, fine. One day I looked for 15 minutes for a spot and couldn't find anything, so I parked in a restaurant parking lot that wasn't going to open for 3 hours. 20 minutes later I get a call from my office that they're going to tow the van if I don't come get it... $300 for them to not tow the van. By that point I probably had already paid $3000 in tickets, most of which I really didn't have a choice, it was carry 50-100 lbs for 30+ mins each way, or eat a ticket. That was the final straw. I absolutely hate driving as it is especially in the overpopulated shithole I live in.
NYC native here. I grew up in Spanish Harlem. Parking in the city is still garbage, as is driving in the city. When I visit family down there, I drive to Poughkeepsie and take the Metro North into Manhattan. Was double parking to unload equipment, and then driving away to find a spot not an option?
Most of the time I don't know what I'm walking into so I'd walk in and do a diagnosis first then have to go back and get the heavy equipment/parts. There were probably a few times I could have done that after diagnosis, but I always feared losing the spot I found and making it worse lol
Hey man, what’re your thoughts on the ParkNYC app?
I've never used it, so I have no thoughts.
Well, make sure you don’t, unless your phone has a printer.
You’ll get a ticket for not displaying your receipt on the dash. Appealing it is a losing battle.
I was a line cook for a hilton hotel restaurant. It was easy, and I'd been there for about a year. They had a position open up, night shift supervisor. Basically the same hours I was already working, just have to do a bit of admin on the side. I was the only one working there that had a degree instead of an arrest record, was just looking for a bit of extra money, so I applied thinking I'd be a shoe-in.
Well they wanted the night-shift supervisor to be able to spontaneously feed a hypothetical group bigwigs that would surely show up the second I was left in charge (This is not a nice hotel, btw, we never had big wigs.). So they brought in another candidate, and decided to have us do a cook-off with surprise ingredients. I was like, what? This is ridiculous, they wanted me to invent a new dish that wasn't on the menu (I made $10/hr). I lost the cooking challenge (I made tuna melts lol), but the guy who won declined the position (real smart of him).
So did they then offer it to the only internal candidate seeking the position? nope! just kept looking for someone else. Came into my next shift, and the waiters came back during a huge rush with like, 5-6 special off-menu orders they wanted me to accommodate (not related to allergies or anything). I got halfway through cooking the first one, and then just... crashed out. Said "nope! fuck this." clocked out, left.
They called me for the next few days trying to get me back. "But you promised you wouldn't be upset if we didn't give you the supervisor position!" yup, I did say that. I changed my mind. Fuck you and that hotel.
Found a better paying job the next week.
More funny than rage inducing.
Worked as a Senior DevOps engineer at a startup. They have no proper automation for deploying their code. Manually updating config in a GUI type situation. This takes a crazy amount of time, there are many errors, and it generally slows down development progress. There are 300 people working there, at least five dev teams, its hundreds of work hours every month wasted by this.
So I start writing a system to automate it - what is called Continuous Integration / Continuous Delivery or CI/CD. Issue is, they have many projects, they are all a little different and managed by different people. No problem, I write the thing super configurable and write another system that will automatically deploy this thing to all the hundreds of repositories, taking into account their local config. We start rolling it out, when I suddenly get a new boss.
They are very smart but the kind of person that wants to do everything their way. So they did all the architecture and just delegated the most menial implementation details. At my previous company I pretty much rebuild every system from scratch. Yet now I was super bored and underutilized, while they were pretty overworked and stressed out. All while the company was held together with duct tape.
While this boss was really good in certain areas, I was more experienced in others, and they kept making errors that could have been easily avoided if they just asked me earlier. And they did not like when that was pointed out. Thing is, I was hired as a senior engineer. It is my entire job to be more experienced and point issues out, especially security related.
So this new boss is being super careful about this CI/CD system that I wrote. They are scared that deploying my system may break things - understandable. So the entire project grinds to a halt. I keep pushing for it but give up after a while.
Then, one day, my boss says "alright, today we deploy the CI/CD solution to ALL repos. By hand.". I'm a bit puzzled by this: has the reason for being careful suddenly disappeared? Why not use my automated system to deploy it? Doing it by hand is super repetitive and annoying. Also, if there is a bug in our solution, we would need to roll out the fix manually as well. That's why I wrote automation for that.
So I ask to clarify: " so you're sure we should deploy this to all repos now? You always wanted us to be careful about that". Answer: "are you incapable of reading?! New information > old information!". I laugh, think about it for 15 min and put in my resignation, suggesting they hire a Junior instead. Bit of a shame, the place was pretty cool. Just the boss was a dolt. Also they quit a month later.
I had a part time job at a UPS warehouse in Tennessee when covid hit. We got a new manager, and so they gathered everyone in the warehouse together into a small break area, everyone was right next to each other and nobody was wearing a mask, and the manager gave us all a speech about how much he cared about our safety. There were TV screens in the break areas that had been set to display information about covid safety guidelines that were being blatantly violated.
The same day, my supervisor informed me of a new policy: they'd had too many people "faking" being sick and calling out, so from now on you have to come into work even if you're sick, and they'll decide if you're sick enough to go home. I with I had gotten it in writing because what she told me was definitely illegal, I actually called OSHA afterwards but it was my word against theirs. This was the only time I've quit a job with no notice, I remember it clear as day, I told her, "People are dying" and she replied, "I have a business to run," and I said, "I don't care."
I wanted to set the damn building on fire. I was fortunate to have saved enough to take time off work because I lost all confidence that there was anywhere around me that would be a safe place to work.
I work in pharmaceuticals and during the height of COVID I couldn't even get workers to wear their masks properly in the clean rooms. I'd try to be nice and do a quick "hey I think your mask slipped a bit" and they would look at me like I had three heads. Fucking morons, the lot of'em.
Getting an average review while the client I worked for (and I was the only one full time assigned to them) gave us a 9/10. Colleagues and my direct supervisor were not asked either.
When I told my manager that I was leaving, she said "yeah, I thought so". 0 retention. HR was pretty damn apologetic and angry at the manager.
The whole HR department quit there same year from what I heard.
Got laid off from my career job in broadcasting and picked up work unloading trucks at Walmart at night. Hated it but needed the money. One night, when I was already at my wit’s end due to being treated like a child as seems to be the company’s SOP, I was unloading a row from the truck and it collapsed on me. Corner of a box hit me just below the eye and cut the skin. So I’m in the employee bathroom with a cold paper towel trying to get it to stop bleeding while cursing to myself. Not yelling but normal speaking volume. I guess it was audible through the door because I step out and a manager is there. The first thing they say isn’t asking if I’m ok, but rather chastising me for cursing telling me to stop. I look at her, say “like fuck I do,” take my name badge off and toss it at her feet and walk out.
"I’m 100% convinced that most of those denials were being made because the staff that was there were overburdened to the point of just blanket denying shit to make their KPIs"
And I am 100% convinced this type of thing is not an accident. Because why would an insurance company WANT to pay out more than they have to? Instead they slash staff which saves money on pay AND claims and the company can blame any drop in quality on the reduced staff!
It's genius except for the part where they are killing paying customers!
An insurance companies first move, regardless of the evidence, is to automatically deny the claim.
Less of a rage-quit and more of a rage-promotion. (it'll make sense, just keep reading.)
I am someone who keeps track of what I do, my productivity, and how much output I'm generating in my work. A company I used to work for decided they wanted to do back-door layoffs by handing out phony write-ups and putting people on performance improvement plans, and they targeted me.
Essentially, I went into a meeting with my boss thinking I was going to get promoted or at least an attaboy, because I knew I was the highest performer on the team.
Nope. It was a writeup. I told them straight up that I was doing more work than anyone on the team, I could prove it, and I wasn't signing. I fought the PIP with HR too, and the delicious thing was my bosses knew they fucked up, because I breezed right through it.
Ended up interviewing for an internal req that put me in a senior position on another team, and what galled me the most was the insistence of my boss on a going-away lunch, and I hated every second of it. I was gracious on my way out because I didn't want to burn bridges, but I honestly hope that person is rotting in Hell now, and am very pleased that that company got bought out and sold for parts, so hopefully they all got fired too.
Also, just adding this here, but if you work in a team and have the means you should always keep records of your own productivity and quality.
YES. I'm piggy backing on your post to drive home why you keep your receipts.
I was fired for performance issues after a little over a year of employment. They claimed I was working at a level lower than an entry level new hire. This was a big surprise to me as my most recent review was glowing, my expertise was carrying the department, and no one ever mentioned any concerns. The company was having issues, though, and I was the highest paid person in my department.
Unbeknownst to them, I keep a work journal. I spend five minutes at the beginning of each day reviewing what I did the day prior and what needs to be done that day, then recording it all in a little notebook made exactly for the purpose (I can link anyone if they're interested). So I spent about 20-25 hours over my time there doing this and had meticulous records of the entire time.
What's fun about my termination is I was out for 2 months recovering for surgery from a work injury. They fired me the day I returned for unsubstantiated performance issues that I can refute by the day.
Guess who is getting a $150k settlement.
That little notebook, on top of keeping me on track and making work easier, earned me about $6000/hour.
Tweakers in the welding crew
I don't know what that is, so I'm going to read this as a typo of "twerkers" and that this was the 2000s. Because yeah I'd quit too.
Tweaker is an old term for meth head. No typo
Ahhhhhh, I'm dumb.
Nah just not up on old slang
Drug addicts
Those damned blue-collar tweekers, they're runnin this here town.
Unspeakable things?
The audacity.
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This is so heartwarming. I wish it weren’t necessary but thank you for being such a good person
It's heartwarming in the orphan crushing machine kind of way. If you want to mass murder, make sure you do it behind the liability shield of a corporation, for profit.
I worked for a reasonably successful startup in IT, and quit around the time when investors started calling for their returns. It went from the focus being providing good service to selling something, anything, whether we have it or not to boost the books before the end of next quarter. Every quarter. Our sales team who used to be part of the product design process and knew more about our product than some engineers were getting replaced with people who didn't even know the name of features. They just made up things to potential customers and straight up lied, once the paper was signed they were done.
It was demoralising to see and go through this, I was a tech team lead for one of our core products and the requirements were mad. Every customer started becoming their own product because of all the overpromising, and it was all the absolute bare minimum. Anyhow, I was on good terms with the remaining few old sales people as we had worked together a lot prior to this mess.
I remember sitting in a meeting with some higher management and one of these older sales guys where he was saying he does not know what to do anymore and needs help or we need to change something as it's impossible to do his job well anymore with these expectations that we just abandon customers as soon as they're signed and chase new business. He broke down crying during the call while he was explaining how soul crushing it was to have to do this to people - build up a relationship, convince them to pay us and then ignore them immediately. There was an awkward quiet in the room when he finished and the "top dog" in the room just said "try to detach yourself, it's just business" and then we moved on.
I saw myself becoming that man in a year, maybe 2 tops. I started interviewing the next day and found a new job in about 2 weeks (luckily this was when IT was booming and recruiters were lining up for anyone with engineer in their title). The company has since been sold multiple times and completely exhausted to a husk. The last sale I'm pretty sure was just a large enterprise acquiring staff and some tech.
Was asked to clean up jizz of the walls (plural!) of a TKMaxx (TJMaxx) changing room with a stack of blue roll. I was supposed to be working loss prevention at the changing rooms that day so pretty certain the weirdo was thinking about me cleaning it up as he cracked one off. Potentially had a couple rounds judging by the amount of jizz on the walls.
Should have quit on the spot but there were children/families in the changing room and felt like I needed to try to prevent a larger incident if a family barged into the poorly sealed changing room, or even just got bothered by the smell. I did quit that day though. One of my co-workers had a go at me on my way out the door for being a primadonna because she'd "had to clean up shit before". Retail is hell.
I dated a girl that worked fast food and she had to clean jizz out of the bathroom stalls... Ugh as a guy I cannot understand these dudes
I'm a dude too just used the phrase primadonna there because my former co-worker's tone was very much like, "Man up - you are being pathetic."
I didn't think a woman would have been asked to clean it up so shocking to hear that your ex was. The reason I'd assumed there might be a sexual element to it - aside from the fact they were literally masturbating lol - was that the culprit looked and sounded a bit like the Dean from Community. Can't ever know the motive but maybe falling back on stereotypes is lazy
I'm sure the dude was back there doing the same the next week because the shop was so badly run.
Once I have sent a very acid e-mail to 'All' = a few thousand people in the company, including all bosses, when I had enough of how badly all our bosses behaved.
I had not written anything wrong, so it took them a while :-) and then I got a lengthy reprimand about one or two bad words I had used, and they said these were not officially allowed (of course such a list of disallowed words did not exist at all, but who cares LOL).
I decided to leave this mess, but in my time, so I started looking and then quit when I had found a better job.
I was working for a guy setting to 2.4Ghz WiFi links up to 10 miles from a tower. I was mainly running the office and doing network tech support with the odd pc repair job. He was working for a conglomerate about 5 hours away. He had an installer who would come through every couple weeks so I would have the equipment configured and ready to go for him, he would also grab stuff that was no longer in service and bring it back to the office.
Anyway the installer quit and I had to drive 2 hours each way to go get the truck. No big deal but now no installer. Had a friend who was smart enough to do the job and learn so started going with him and teaching him what to do and how to set stuff up. We did a couple jobs no problem, our longest connection being 7.5 miles on a mast about 20 feet tall. Get to a site to set things up and could literally see the tower but no connection, owner was no help but he had plotted it all out in software showing we software have a great signal. Ask he could say was just to get more height and get it done. Signal went from barely there to non existent. He had told the woman for months that it wouldn't be an issue and we would get her setup when her landlord agreed to the equipment install.
Figured out that the issue was that the sector antenna were installed with a 5 degree downward cant. We were slightly above the tower even though it was in line of site we would have needed to be lower down the hillside on another person's piece of property to get a stable signal then have a couple repeaters to make it work. So here I am with a pissed off woman who was told over and over it would work and I can't provide what was promised, give him a call and he stopped answering.
I apologized to the woman and told her someone would be back, gave her his cell number, and packed up the truck. Went to the office, locked up the truck, and dropped the keys in the office mall slot.
My retail job at a Home Depot is the closest I've come to a rage quit. Since I've already read a dozen not actual rage quit stories, figured I'd share my own not actual rage quit story.
The management at the store I joined treated everyone below them like trash. Very unprofessional, very demotivating. At the time the pay was just barely above minimum wage, nothing to write home about. And, I didn't have a car at the time, neither did most of my friends, so it meant I had to walk to work and back each shift, the walk itself being about 45+ minutes.
Management knew all this, but would schedule me to close one day, open the next. When you close, you have to stick around an extra 1 - 2 hours after your scheduled shift to help get the store ready for open in the morning. Then to top it off, at least once a month, there'd be a mandatory 6 a.m. store-wide prep rally.
The final weekend I worked there, I closed Saturday night, had that 6 a.m. meeting Sunday morning, then had to stick around until 11 a.m. (or something like that) for the start of my actual work shift. I didn't get home until midnight, then woke up at 5 a.m. on Sunday and went to the prep rally where they basically convinced us that we were all shitty workers doing a shitty job, and then expected us to sing and dance in solidarity. I finally started working after all that, and my supervisor/manager was jumping on everyone of us that day. I looked at my coworker that sometimes gave me a ride, muttered an impotent "sorry but fuck this", walked home, and never returned.
And then everybody clapped and the president of Home Depot called me up and personally apologized to me, told me they fired the whole store, and offered to give me a unicorn, which I had to turn down because my dorm had a strict no pets policy. The end.
That's some purgatory type shit. Those hours better be paid. Also, sad to hear about the unicorn
My last warehouse job, they had us working 50-70 hour weeks, and on top of that there'd be a (I think) monthly inventory done at 6am, when a third of us were only getting off at 10pm the night before - and actually more like 10:30-11pm because each shift has to finish loading their shift's production.
Most night like that I felt lucky to get two hours of actual sleep. That shit was torture. Never again.
they had mandatory overtime from october to december, with some mandatory sundays too, so working 7 days a week without a choice. so i left asap and never showed up for overtime. found another job in the same field within a week
Reminds me of when I worked in an Amazon warehouse, ecpectation was 4 10 hour days, peak season it became 5 12 hour days, often with them letting us know on our last day right at midnight we'd have to come in for another shift the next day.
And then it continued for like 4 months until I got fed up.
Didn't cause a rage quit, more like rage being fired.
The CTO couldn't keep his hands off his employees (I just like to tickle people, it gives them happiness!) and I couldn't keep that to myself
The CTO fired me and then got fired himself and a few months later ended it.
Uh. You should keep your hands to yourself - regardless of intent - unless the job explicitly requires it or there's some kind of danger to life or limb.
Someone that "needs cheering up" does not qualify.
If you think there needs to be an exception, ask for consent. "But then it wouldn't be a pleasant surprise!" Wrong. You have no idea how the person will react, and they might even pretend to like it for the sake of decorum. Just don't.
And remember, even if you do get consent one time, it does not imply consent going forward.
Yeah I've been hugged by coworkers (manufacturing is weird), but unless your touching is work related you ask first, and even then it's best practices
That depends a little on culture too. A sort of semi hug is extremely normal in Mexico, and even considered rude to decline. It's just what people do there, there's little wrong with it, I've hugged hundreds of people like that because again, culture.
With hat said, tickling is a whole different thing.
The guy would edge other people on tondo the same to eachother, it was weird
My idiot manager calling the backend "big beautifull backend" and the other time, seeing how they call innovation to actually scamming people with SEO and shitty dark patterns and clone shit applications. I lasted 2 days on this one.
A gas station chain as a client and the type of work that came with it. I was working as a help desk tech subcontractor and already had about 20 different clients. I've been doing this for a decade but because the new ones always messed up their work, we had tons of reminders and automated tasks in Teams. So I was already on edge because of the constant Teams notifications and all the triple checks.
Then they introduced this new client, a gas station chain, with hundreds of locations. I already worked in gas stations when I was a teenager and hated it. I hated the constant beeping for pumps to be unlocked when someone wants to buy gas. And I certainly didn't want to have stressed teenagers on the phone telling me it's super important that all their pumps are working on a Sunday afternoon while my instructions were to simply convince them to wait until the next business day if all we tried didn't work. Fuck cars. Fuck oil companies. I can usually tolerate working with Microsoft even if I hate it, but Microsoft + oil companies. Fuck no.
I still haven't found the will to get a new job, but my bank account is now starting to push me with insistance.
I was 10 minutes late one day and the boss started screaming in front of all other workers when I was everyday at work after my time to help the other workers (truck drivers), sometimes an hour.
When all the drivers left I rushed to the office and told him that I was leaving that same moment. "My own father doesn't scream to me, you are not gonna do it". And left in August from an ice cream business.
I waited until they left because they didn't have to pay for what the boss had done.
I started my working career at a small ISP doing costumer support, which was bought up, and then this company was bought up. what started with me helping people through NT4.0 installations by phone because it was good service ended in a treadmill where only call duration and amount of calls mattered, not if the client actually got help, which was already going against my grain.
Also, the last company worked a lot with freelancer agents, which weren't salaried like me, but got paid by the hour (which was pretty much illegal here in retrospect, since they had fixed, preplanned hours, amounting to a hidden salaried position). Part of my duties as one of the senior agents was signing off the time sheets of the freelancers.
Edit: It slipped my mind that in the beginning it was my duty to plan the hours for out freelancers. i made sure to ask everyone their preferences and made sure everyone got enough hours without bullshit like 4 hours in the morning and 3 in the evening, which caused minor overlaps where we had more than minimum staff around. Got that taken away because it was too inefficient - my desire to make things work out for the workers was definitely not in the companys interest. Was pretty pissed about that from the beginning.
It so happened that 3 months in a row i got dinged for not bringing in my own time sheet, even if i was sure i had put it with the others when signing them off at the end of the month. As it happened the third time i said that if they were insinuating that i didn't deliver my time sheet, i would quit on the spot. i did so, handwriting my resignation, going into the bosses room, throwing it on his desk and going out, slamming the door so hard that the whole open office floor looked up. Had a nervous breakdown afterwards.
In retrospect i'm pretty sure it was a strategy to get rid of me and other salaried employees, since we were in the process of unionizing - the company previously only had freelancers, but after the merger they were over the minimum amount of fixed employees to form a union. OTOH, i was happy to get rid of that hellhole, OTOH i gave them what they wanted - I dont know how i feel about that, even nearly 2 decades after.
Its always okay to protect your mental health, even if the person causing you pain is happy about the outcome.
At that time i was still undiagnosed - took a complete work stress induced breakdown with me voluntarily entering a psych ward for 3 months to find out about my personality disorder. I'm really bad at emotionally handling people - me entering a costumer-side working position was pretty much the worst decision i ever made, but it also meant i got my disability pension now, for which i'm very grateful.
My boss had Narcissistic Personality Disorder, complete with face-melting off-the-record disapproval of my behavior, followed by "love-bombs" affirming my positive contribution to the workplace, mere days after. This resulted in not so much a rage-quit as taking my first opportunity to exit as fast as possible. And the cherry on top? An open invitation to come back mere weeks afterwards. The pattern was so textbook, that all I had to do was look up NPD romantic advice and search+replace "partner" for "boss" in most cases.
That said, I was pretty mad about how a great opportunity was ruined like this, let alone not as advertised. We've all heard "this meeting could have been an email", well there's also "this tirade could have been a counseling session."
The last job I quit our manager and his manager both got fired for doing some bullshit so I ended up being the defacto manager of our department handling the minor day to day customer issues while we were basically otherwise unsupervised. After like 4-5 months they transferred another manager to us from a separate location who immediately started gunning for me. He tried writing me up 3 times in a matter of like two weeks over little bullshit things. None of which stuck because it had to go through HR and when I explained my reasoning for doing those things they were like "wtf, no" and dropped it. The weekend after the third one I was talking to one of my brother's friends who's dad ran a shop about it and he called his dad and got me hired there the next monday (which was really cool of him because I didn't think we were that good of friends). Never went back to the other job or even told them I was quitting.
a slow burn rage quit. I love it.
RTO after proving it works.
I also worked for an health insurance company, tho my experience was less extreme than yours it still sucked ass.
I worked the phones, and was hired together with a couple of other students through a student-oriented job agency. They lured us in with talks about how you can "really help people", and that pretty much every income call was "always positive", and naive young me believed it. I found out real quick that, surprise surprise, people don't call their insurance to tell them how happy they are with another out of pocket expense. And the helping people part was bullshit too. I couldn't waive fees, or approve insurance payouts, and when people wanted a payment plan I just filled in the form on the companies website for them. Wanted a payment plan that was different from the options on the site? Tough shit, either accept it or be prepared to be on hold for an hour while I transfer you to the department that might do it for you after grilling you for making, in their eyes, the bad financial decision of being alive.
I was lucky enough to never have been threatened on the phone, altho I couldn't say the same for my fellow student colleagues. When that was brought up with management they acted like it was the first time ever in the companies history, which I saw through immediately.
Since we were technically making financial decision for other people, we had to get certified. The process costed around 400 euro, but was refunded by the company on the condition that you worked there for at least a year. If you quit after 9 months you'd get 75% back, 6 months 50%.
I quit the day after being employed for 6 months, and have skipped past every call center job I have come across since.
I quit my job and have been jobless for a few weeks now. There were no career progression, everything was a shitshow and firefighting, and getting approvals to anything took months to years. I made a request for a salary raise to match market statistics. It went on for more than a year and was only approved more than a month into my resignation.
Half of our department were jeopardising the company by keeping incidents and risks to themselves and were not playing ball when we were asked why the TSO (government entity responsible for balancing the energy grid) were suddenly on our arses. Either that half of the department will be fired this year or the company will not exist in 2027.
I decided that was not worth my lousy pay and quit, spending thousands of $ on a project management course so I don't have to touch development or operations ever again.
When I told my manager he knew I was gonna quit the moment I made a catch-up meeting in the morning on the first day back from his vacation. Hardest part was keeping my decision secret for an entire week. He was facing all of the same issues as me.
I walked out on my last couple of jobs before I started working for myself.
At one, I had a coworker who was hyper competitive. She had two friends there who hated me even though we'd barely interacted. It got to the point where they started talking about beating and shooting me. The manager ignored it because he didn't like me for religious reasons. (He was a conservative Catholic who repeatedly accused me of sexual misconduct because I spoke to male coworkers "too often". He insisted that men and women speaking to each other unnecessarily is basically the same as sex.) I left and reported it to Security. There was a 3 month long investigation, run by the "Employee Satisfaction Dept.", which turned up no evidence, so I was told I had to report back to work. I did not. A month after I quit, the ringleader, who had been aggressively competing with me for years, quit also.
The job after that was less dramatic, but was frustrating. I spent 6 months trying to get the CEO and coworkers signed up for a business conference. I needed the CEO to decide who was going to which seminars, since she was paying. I emailed her the relevant info, and emailed it to her husband, and printed it out and gave it to her, all repeatedly, because she kept losing it. I also repeatedly texted her about it. The day after the deadline to sign up, she started to review the info. When a coworker pointed out that we'd missed the deadline, she accused me of misinforming her about when it was. The piece of paper she held up to show me the correct deadline was the original document I'd given her 6 months ago, and the deadline was written in my handwriting. She told me that since it was my screw up, I was going to call the people running the seminar and make them waive the late fee. While I was waiting to hear if the VP of that company would approve the waiver, she kept screaming down the hallway at me every few minutes to ask if it was done yet. I started thinking, you know, I could just get up and walk out of here... So I did. I left the keys on the desk and went to the park to watch some ducks.
The next day, I started working for myself, and that went great until I retired.
There are certainly heroes and champions among the common folk. You are one.
I worked at a company that helped people find the best loans for their situation.
Basically a price comparison site. No sponsored content or anything.
One day I was asked about setting up a payday loans option for the site and just said no.
I'd listened to some podcast about just how predatory the industry was, and even though our national regulations meant it couldn't get as bad as some places, it was still unacceptably predatory.
I showed the manager stats for repayment, interest and average income of a customer and said if he went forward with this I would not be participating.
And if he was going to ask me to participate regardless, I would hand him my notice on the spot.
They never did anything with payday loans after that. I think most people were pretty happy about it.
Not quite rage-quit, but I worked as a cashier at a local grocery store chain until one day I was asked to clean up broken eggs that had dripped into the dusty-ass vents at the bottom of the dairy section.
Sabotage... so they could give me a lecture and clip my wings. I know it when I see it. The guy who was over top of me, in my department was a performative hyper religious catholic with a phycopathic smile and a wife who enables who recently got caught sharing naked pictures of children online. This was also after two gun incidents via temp workers. One was on the local news after killing their cousin. He was always hung over from the cocain. Both of these dudes brought guns to work and left them in their cars. Told my lead who didn't give a fuck. This was a science/tech company. Gotta keep a few reprobates and nuts in the mix... gotta keep those wages low and PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE. HR is not listening.
What backwards MAGA hell is this?
Thank you foe helping him. You did great.
You are a hero.
I entered the thread to make this exact comment, word for word. OP, you are a hero.
It took a bit but the impetus was when the stalker they leaked my home address to drugged and attacked me.
Damn. I'm sorry.
This was years ago, I was working a supervisor position at a certain green mythical sea lady themed coffee chain. I was sitting in the parking lot before my shift enjoying a shitty chili dog from sonic way more than I should have been. Previously that day, I'd recieved a text from my manager asking me to go in early, I elected to ignore it, I'm off the clock I have no obligation to text back or even acknowledge the message. Back to the chili dog. So, I'm scrolling through my phone and I see a message in the group chat for my store where someone asked some kind of question, probably something was broken idk. I replied with an answer and immediately had a text from my manager that said something along the lines of "how you gon reply to that after ignoring me all day?"
I walked in and gave him a shaky nervous lecture (I have really bad anxiety and hate confrontation) about how he doesn't own me or my time when I'm off the clock, he has no authority over me when I'm off the clock, and it's bullshit that he'd be whining in my inbox about petty stuff like that when he could've talked to me in person about it five minutes later when my shift was scheduled to start. I ripped the key off my chain and threw it at the ground in front of him and said to "work the shift your fucking self".
Yeah, I was immature. There were a million better ways to handle it, but he happened to catch me in a critical time between being radicalized and learning emotional intelligence. Sorry dude, you got all my corporate rage in one go.
Whatever, left the worst job I ever got koolaided into enjoying that day.
I used to have a job in IT, building PCs. It sounds fun, but building computers all day gets old fast. After about a year of working there I decided i'd like to try working in a different department, so I asked my boss about being moved. He told me that the specific department I had requested didn't need any help and the department I was currently in was his priority. That seemed fair.
A few months later, somebody in that department left for another job, so I saw an opportunity and I swooped in. I told my boss that if he was looking for someone to replace the guy who left, i'd really appreciate it if he kept me in mind. My boss told me that he appreciated and acknowledged that I had been working there for a long time and he would keep me in mind. About a week later he calls me into his office and tells me he's going to move me to the department I had requested.
9 months go by and I haven’t heard another word about being moved. 9 whole months.
At this point I was already thinking about quitting. Then I had a performance review which I was told would be one-to-one. But it wasn't. My boss and two of my department supervisors were there. My boss brings up an issue of which I was at fault, and shows me a spread sheet as evidence. I checked the date on the spreadsheet and it was from 3 months prior. If it was that much of an issue, why did he wait 3 months to tell me? Why not bring it up at the time? That's not helping anybody.
That was the final straw. I started looking for jobs when I got home that day. I got one and gave my boss 2 weeks notice.
psychological abuse and a job offer somewhere else
I worked for a company who always positioned themselves as way more important than they were and were hellbent on micromanaging everyone. It was all about image and corporate culture. I can play that game fairly well, but I wanted to minimize my time dealing with it. I was part of a small group of 3-5 subject matter experts who rank similarly to management, but didn't have to manage anyone. This tended to isolate us from the McJob environment as we worked things out between ourselves and all the bottom tier managers were nice to us because they wanted us to help their employees. We were salaried and unlike most jobs which use salary to make you work more hours, here salary meant I could bend my hours more than most employees and do 4x10hrs or 4x9+4hrs and leave early every Friday. Sometimes my boss would tell us to leave early for the day or take us to lunch. Sometimes we'd go out to lunch when our counterparts from a client company were around. It was an okay gig and my direct managers were okay. Covid happened and upper management could barely stand the idea of anyone working somewhere other than their watchful eye so they try to drag us SMEs back into an mostly empty office calling us "essential workers" despite us being 100% able to do our jobs from home and fully nonessential in every meaningful way. I needed the job, so I went. Around that time we got a new manager who was supposed to straighten the place out (instead doubling down on every reason the place was shit). When I arrived at our mostly empty office I let myself into the IT closet and grabbed 4-5 monitors to build myself a monitor wall. I showed up in sweatpants. I took frequent breaks. I played Tux Kart on my phone. I played songs like "take this job and shove it" over my PC speakers while I was working. We put on techno music and remixed snippets of angry customer calls to it. (QA was vibing to the tune of our rebellion!) I raced my rolling chair up and down the isles and generally acted a fool, but not enough to get fired. Our small group of SMEs was tight knit and after a few days of acting our wage, one lady quit because she had kids and there wasn't any childcare available yet because of Covid. Our manager basically forced her into it because he would not compromise. The governor was still telling everyone to stay home. This woman straight up rage quit telling our boss exactly where he could shove it and all of us were VERY clear with our boss that he would lose the rest of us if he didn't shape up. Of course he knew best. The bossman was a fucking self-important narcissist and tried to call our bluff only to find himself with 0 SMEs a week or two later. I went home that night and found a new job with a friend. To top it off, I was in the process of switching roles at the first company, so when I left, I imagine they felt an extra sting of having to restart that search. Their mission was "asses in seats" and they would hire anyone to meet headcount on their contracts, so whoever replaced us may not even have known how to properly turn on a computer much less fix one. One fellow SME followed a former colleague of ours who got him plugged in elsewhere. All of us found new jobs in record time. They had been driving us too hard to really document much, so when we left I assume everything collapsed back to the level of 0-experience newbies with no guidance or product knowledge at all. The company must have burned enough people because they moved most of their activity to a new city and some of it offshore where they continue their bullshit to this day. That's what you get when you piss off nearly every qualified individual in a market! My small team of SMEs was awesome and I would absolutely work with any of them again. The comradery was top notch.
I web searched our former boss and found him on a few job sites for "high earning professionals". He got fired a bit after we all left and I'd like to think he's working as a grease trap cleaner now. Then again, in America we fail up.
I did the tax return for the great grand [3rd step niece] of [rich famous international celebrity] who {did that thing you hate] and [if you ask me who it is i will say yes]. child was [ridiculous number] years old and [funny position] of [international charity board] and from said charity [board position] they were going to earn that year [more money than i was going to earn ever]. and they had [twelveteen] of these [funny position] on [international charity boards].
that child has more money than god and it causes me to lose my mind when i think about it.
I've never rage-quit, but I put it out there a few times.
I had a district manager in a burger flipper hell decide to go through all the employees one by one and yell at them about their 'faults' in a successul clean restaurant with decent sales/waste.
When he got to me and raised his voice, I handed him the spatula, said if you're going to stand here and berate me now, you'll need this because i'm walking the fuck away. I'm open to criticism, but you're not going to treat me the way you treated all these other people. He frowned, told me I didn't use grill salt enough and moved on to the next person.
20 Years later, I was working in IT at a healthcare company. I had just finished an exchange migration from a desktop computer to a bona fide bare metal cluster. We got the license for webmail, but never ordered the licensing for ISA, which was specially designed to secure their OWA. My boss said, "Just hook it up, we'll order it later. The 'big boss' is here and I want to hand it off to him". Me: I am NOT putting that thing on the public internet without a proper firewall, we are constantly in a stream of attacks. Boss: Just do it, nothing will happen, I'll take the heat. Me: I'm our HIPAA contact, no fucking way. Boss: I'm ordering you to do it. Me: You want my job, decide right now, You can hook it up, go show it off, i'll find somewhere else. He grumbled and walked away. I had more system failures on that job from him pushing me to do shit wrong, fast and cheap. That place, of anywhere I've ever worked, had way more danger to the public of things going down and information being lost.