Everyone has a fantasy about making a dramatic "I quit" speech, but most people just resign from their jobs with the typical two-weeks notice (or they never resign and just stay miserable forever! That's also fun!). Not these people who recently shared their best quitting stories on Reddit. These people got to leave their jobs on a snarky, righteous, victorious high. Sure, they burned bridges. But isn't fire fun?
1. If this was your dad, you'd make a Reddit account just to share this.
2. This is what the movie Spotlight is about, right?
3. Next time you quit a job, maybe you should throw ham through the ceiling too.
4. This might actually be Bart Simpson.
5. Never mess with the IT guy.
6. At least he got something out of this situation.
7. Sometimes you don't even need to say anything to have a righteous exit.
8. And they call it "black gold."
9. It helps to quit in pairs.
10. This one is kind of romantic?
11. Finally, a resignation from Redditor watwasthat that everyone who has ever worked in the service industry will admire.
Working in 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 and for those unaware, this is a very very busy day for restaurants that make wings. I get into work and everyone is already pissed. I ask what's up and they tell me 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. Starred 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 and watch the game.