When I cried on the way to work, and on the way home from work. I was an assistant to stock traders, and the ones I worked with were the most disgusting womanizing, woman belittling pack of animals I’ve ever had the displeasure of being around. It was a small office, no HR, just good ole boys all the way down.
Portfolio increased every year, my direct reports went from 10 to 75, facilities I was overseeing went from 1 to 3. They started getting annoyed when things got overlooked, but theyād never discipline me for it because they knew it was an impossible work load. They talked about adding more services for me to oversee so I quit.
I was hired in at a wage and job title one level below the men in the metrology lab. However my experience and knowledge were far above theirs. I was given the harder work, dealing with inaccuracies from them and given more volume because the other departments knew my methodology was better. I found a different job because I was not willing to shoulder the entire department for less than what they made. Im much happier now.
I worked for a big pet store but at a small location. The store had to cut 25 hours. 20 were taken from me. The other 5 hours were spread out amongst the others. My manager that I closed with warned me the night before so I wasn’t shocked. She wasn’t the one that did it. But a day later she was out for the rest of the week so we gained 20 hours. The guy that cut my hours showed me the new schedule, he gave me 4 back. I looked at the schedule, then at him, back at the schedule, then back at him and was like I quit.
When they ripped me off for over $35k in retirement after having previously used my exceptional retirement plan as justification for not paying the salary increase we had previously agreed upon.
That was the unfortunate lesson that taught me how important getting things in writing is. And that when they say the office is like family, itās a tactic used to manipulate you.
After a workplace injury I was treated like a piece of meat. I had a traumatizing injury that made me effectively disabled for a while, and they wouldn’t stop hounding me about getting back to work. And when I did go back to work under modified duties, they tried to trick me into working extra hours to compensate for time away from work due to medical appointments. Showed their truest colours (even more so) after I filed my 2 weeks. Any hope I had to keep bridges within the industry went right out the window then.
I’m glad I knew my rights, and it gave me the kick in the butt to leave the industry completely.
For a few days in a row a guy would come in and stand by the entrance and watch me work as a cashier. On the last day he came in with his girlfriend and flashed his gun at me, then walked out. I quit right after that and advised the security guard do the same (he was older and using a cane)
When I was the best at my job, had the highest work ethic, Genuinely gave a f about everyone and was always punctual and then the person who I trained up and still had alot to learn applied for the position and got it even though they had only been there 6 months and Id been there for years. Also said person required alot of assistance in practically every aspect of the role from the rest of the colleagues.
Only reason they got it was cos of brown nosing and I’m talking buying managers food and coffee everyday, following them around, saying I instead of we or not mentioning the help they received.
Don’t get me wrong if the higher position went to one my other colleagues who also applied I would have been bothered but not angry or upset as their just as good but it went to the brown noser.
Also thought me a valuable lesson about the managers and how they just wanted someone who would do their work aswell.
The area head told me she enjoys making other teachers cry. I handed my notice in as head teacher on the spot the day of our inspection. I did enjoy making her cry with that, though, so maybe I’m no better.
I requested a raise. I had to give a speech about why ( what ive learned what makes me more valuable etc) – I had topped out at my job. I could do just about everything besides sales and IT so there wasn’t much but my pay would match other people’s) , but I got denied because I took my birthday off a few weeks prior, and because I didn’t message a manager in a different department that I’d be gone i was “unqualified”. I had put it in the calendar and put in the request I with sufficient time and given my manager the details, but somehow my day off had been inconvenient for the other manager.
My first two jobs, I left because of being treated like an animal. 12-hour shifts left in a windowless hell with no breaks arranged, already clocked in before the sun rose and only clocked out after it set. And then it was for being given 4-minute toilet curfews at a call centre as a reward for having high productivity. Then came my third job.
Had been forced to work with someone incompetent and deluded who was unable to learn the job even after 2 and 1/2 years in the position. Iām talking we worked in childrenās health and she didnāt get that a newborn babyās healthcare provider wouldnāt be a school nurse. She was constantly accusing our team of bullying her even though we were being nice and patiently training her and helping her do her work.
Had also been dealing with management starting to micro-manage our team, and change procedures to no benefit. Systems weād been using for years that worked just fine were being replaced with flashy new systems that didnāt integrate and had been brute-forced in before development had fully been finished. Made things hell.
Also wouldnāt listen to us when we complained and tried to explain how much it was hurting efficiency. Also wouldnāt listen to us when we said we needed a printer – the one we had was so broken it died every 2 weeks and we probably wasted hundreds of pounds in shredded / misaligned / misprinted paper, as well as hundreds of hours of our time on the phone to the IT department.
The only thing that kept me there were the people I worked with (besides the deluded lady). They were all kind and we could have a laugh about the situation. The day one of those people turned on me after I did absolutely nothing wrong and treated me like a villain (my crime: getting confused about the printing rota), and I had to go into the filing cupboard and sob my heart out, was the day I realized the job was destroying my mental health and not worth it. I think I put my notice in 2 weeks later.
I wasn’t diagnosed at the time, but I’m autistic and it was a high volume call center with terrible management.
I took the job to run away from home (in my early 20s). It was 9 months of Hell on earth, but it was less Hell than staying with my family. I one day walked in, looked around, then handed my key card and badge to a manager and walked out in tears.
I thought I’d end up homeless. I wasn’t going home. My best friend, who it didn’t click with me how much they cared, helped me out. I’m free, happy and loved now.
My breaking point was being overwhelmed all the time and a manager who didn’t understand boundaries. I just assumed I was the problem.
The only job I ever walked out of, I got word that the AGM had been firedā¦he got fired while on leave because his DAD HAD DIED. Someone at that job was friends with his girlfriend on Facebook and saw that she was on a cruise, and the management company assumed that he had lied and was on the cruise with her.
To this day I have no idea why he didnāt sue them for wrongful termination. The cool thing thoā¦there were like 5 of us-some pretty key members of the team-that walked out that day because of it. Fuck them.
I was called to work when recovering from covid+double pneumonia. I had been out for 2 weeks & still was in the shitter. GM called & said they needed a closer, & that i had no choice or I’d be taken off the schedule. So, I came in, & it was of course a busy shift as I was the salary manager at a papa johns. I was suppose to leave shortly after close, when the drivers completed their tasks.
I could barely hold myself up by the time I left. It felt like my torso up to my neck was going to fall off.
Meanwhile, my boss asked me to say & fold 600+ boxes, deep clean the grout, clean after the driver’s & put up our $2000 truck we’d ordered. It was 3am when I quit. I barely folded 200 boxes, & did not even get to the truck or other shit she asked. I had another job within 12 hrs of quitting.
When i kept being given work that was not my job entirely, just because they were short staffed, which Iām sorry is not my problem. It stressed me out and I wasnāt getting paid enough. The men there were also extremely creepy and always had things to say
Can’t get a pay raise , have departments that don’t get their shit together, not knowing anything going on , no one can even help each other out … I’m about to leave in a few months . Mental break downs is a thing recently .
When all I would do is go home and sleep. Then wake up to eat dinner, go back to sleep. And I would still be tired. Then on the way to work, Iād think about all the ways I could hurt myself so I wouldnāt have to go in
When the ED got mad at me for taking too much vacation time that had already been approved by my supervisor.
Also when I realized I could make more money at an easier job.
I woke up dreading the day. Just another day of managing impossible expectations and ridiculous demands from higher ups, who genuinely had no clue how anything worked. I felt stressed, angry, upset, tired ALL THE TIME. Worst of all I realised Iād lost a lot of confidence in myself because I was stopped at every turn. I got paid okay but that was the only good thing about that place. Everyone on my team hated the company.
Someone in the same job but different team had quit a month earlier. I gave my notice to my manager. Someone else also same position quit the next week. Kind of like a collective finger to them. So much happier now, and Iāve spoken to those who left and they feel the same!
My boss was a terrible person to me. She’d yell at me, call me names, belittle me for doing nothing wrong. She was just one of those miserable people who took it out on others. The final straw was when we called me stupid for not doing a thing she was blocking me from doing. I was so angry I got home and punched a punching bag until my knuckles bled. I still have the scar three years later.
I had told my direct manager (a VP) that my grandfather had passed over the weekend and I would need time to help my family, located internationally, make preparations for his funeral and get his things in order. I didn’t even ask for time off…
Less than a few hours later, she called me and berated me for forgetting to include a handful of metrics on a slide in one of the monthly decks.
I promptly started applying for jobs the week after and left in under a month with an offer in hand.
I was the HR Manager for a nonprofit. I was being targeted by an exec (who ended up being fired) & the final straw was some other (word I donāt want to say) decided to also harass me. I was done. Whenever I logged in to do any work, I would just sit there in a stupor.
I was having daily panic attacks due to intense micro managing from a supervisor. I felt bad talking to my coworkers or using the bathroom. I would come home, cry, sleep, and was a shell of myself. I could barely talk to anyone because I was just stuck in fight/flight/freeze mode.
one night laying in bed I just told my boyfriend Iām quitting and he was said āI support youā. the next day I walked in, put all my stuff on my desk, and walked out. my team lead was so supportive and felt awful for me the entire time I was there. she did her best to defend me but she couldnāt say much either against the supervisor (her boss). found a better paying job a week later, started less than a month later. itās been wonderful ever since.
It was in college and I interviewed for a waitressing job at a restaurant I visited frequently. I didn’t get the job right away, but a couple of weeks later the owner called me back and said he had a position that just opened up.
So I went there to report for my first shift, and discovered they’d rebranded into a “breastaurant”. The owner handed me my uniform which included a cleavage-enhancing crop top. No way in heck would I have worn something like that in a public setting. I walked out.
Quit working in community healthcare. The depth of service was getting unreasonable, on top of chronic short- staffing, and no rhyme or reason at the management level. I won a mental health claim against them, stuck it out for another year, then quit for good. Best decision I could’ve made.
Stocked shelves, 3rd shift on weekends at a giant grocery store while I was in college. Hated it.
The last straw was when they put me on the campbell soup aisle. Do you know how many different kinds of soups there are?! And they all look exactly the same! This was the breaking point.
After that shift, I told my boss I wasn’t coming back.
I quit a job about a month and a half ago over text. I needed the money but I was being treated like shit and I realized it was never going to get better. I feel bad for quitting the way I did but there was no good coming from that job other than income. My peace of mind has been better since I left. The only things I miss are my paychecks and my two friends I used to work with that are still there.
1.) The male assistant manager kept coming up behind me and banging pans together or shouting to make me jump and was also harassing other female employees. I had food poisoning on Easter and he demanded that I prove it so I went to urgent care and got a note that I shouldn’t work in food service until I stopped vomiting for at least 24 hours. I had to be practically carried into the building to give it to him, and he said “You don’t look that sick to me, you have 30 seconds to get back here and put a uniform on or I’m coming over this counter to get you.” I walked out and reported him to the (female) regional manager; he and all the male staff were fired after they reviewed security footage and interviewed other employees and found that all of the male management had been harassing the teenage female employees and their male coworkers had witnessed it all without stepping in.
2.) Started having vivid daily intrusive thoughts about strangling myself in a fitting room with a festive scarf. This was just post-lockdown and I have never been screamed at or manhandled more in a retail setting in my life, while they also tripled my workload without doing anything for my paycheck.
3.) Came back from vacation to find that in two weeks the business had transformed from a wine bar to a cafe and I was expected to manage the kitchen, be a batista, and ring customers for eight hours a day on my own while pregnant. I was the only one with food safety training. There were also no working security cameras. I was like nah but thanks though, this is not $10/hr work.
When I had to go back to my country after my grandma had died and by boss texted me to make sure I would be back in the office on Monday. No kind messages to show support. Nope. At that moment I felt like being hit by a bus would be better than going back to the office. And that’s just part of it.
Yelling, disrespect, undermining, threathening nonverbal communication from superiors. Also, underminded by some of the coworkers to the point that they wouldn’t even say hi to me.
Tried to balance working āfull-timeā with active cancer treatment and would often have to solve problems and answer āemergencyā calls and texts while sick from chemo. I worked at a library and realized that nothing was as serious as my health. It ended up being a good decision because I got to do chemo for another 9 months after my double mastectomy
First:
I had a fantastic boss who got pushed out of the company for upstaging and out performing his superior. After that I looked around and saw two things, rampant nepotism and the glass ceiling. Women made up 60% of my level of management, 10% of the one above me and only 1% of the one above that. A man took an average of 6 months to move from a level 1 management role to a level 2 management role. A woman took on average 10 years. I didn’t have time for that shit.
Second:
I was overworked and underpaid for a long time. I was covering two roles plus extra bits. My bosses were always “hiring” but never actually hired anyone to fill the gap. One day they interviewed the perfect candidate, she was amazing. My bosses walked out of the interview and said no go, I asked why. She was a Maori woman and some cultural tattoos that was just visible sticking out of her sleeve. I realized they would never actually hire someone because I was already doing the work. I asked for a pay rise, they said it wasn’t possible. So I went elsewhere, now I do just my job, got a 60% pay rise.
They hired two people to replace me, both at double my salary and have been steadily loosing clients since.
24 and had panic attacks before going to work and after. Had a mini stroke and manager told me to drive myself to the clinic. Left arm went numb and couldn’t see out of one eye.
When I got written up twice for being sick and shewed away a few times after working at a checkout lane out of my own volition instead of customer pricks calling me up. I also didn’t bleed green just to give a hint at the old place I used to work at.
When I got written up twice for being sick and shewed away a few times after working at a checkout lane out of my own volition instead of customer pricks calling me up. I also didn’t bleed green just to give a hint at the old place I used to work at.
When I got written up twice for being sick and shewed away a few times after working at a checkout lane out of my own volition instead of customer pricks calling me up. I also didn’t bleed green just to give a hint at the old place I used to work at.
when I was the only manager on site when a recently fired associate brought a knife to the warehouse – went on a FMLA leave but bosses were bugging me to come back then threatened to fire me. I quit.
Commuting for an hour (one way) and then driving around for an hour looking for parking. STILL not finding any and rage-quitting (that day). I called in sick and left, then called my manager to tell her what happened (she already knew the struggles) and told her she can mark me as sick, unpaid LOA, whatever I was way to stressed to now work my also stressful job.
Switched to another department that had hours where parking wasnāt an issue.
Worked for a Road Building company. Five years then wanted to commit suicide, thankfully I sought counseling and almost a year later quit. I have a new job now and canāt believe I waited so long. Problem is as women we usually have a lot depending on us. Itās not so easy to just walk in and quit, you need to make a plan and believe that you can.
It was just too stressful and having a detrimental impact on my health (relying on alcohol, gained weight, not sleeping etc). Realised at 58 that life was too short to be putting up with all of that nonsense.
I asked for a paid vacation, after a lot of negotiating I got it. Left for vacation came back and suddenly, no one remembered it. I had just gotten offered a job before leaving for vacation so I left.
When my manager got mad at me for throwing away food when mice had been eating it.
Edit: they werenāt mad that I threw it away the wrong way or anything like that. They were mad because they still wanted to sell it. I was like ???? There are bite marks on it and poop next to it???? And you want to sell it still?
I was at a behavioral school. The students were tough. It was mentally draining. They would get physical with you and bite, kick, punch, spit, throw poop, call you names. Had literal 3rd graders saying and doing sexual assault and harassment to me and other female teachers. You were trained in a proper restraint for the kids when they became harmful. Thats when theyād spit on you. It was terrible.
It was tough. And my entire life was draining. Finally the day I quit was when two high schoolers were fighting. I called for back up. Had to perform my duty to prevent it aka become a punching bag in between them and no one came. For 5 minutes. Which was far too long.
When that job was constantly interrupting my work life balance. This was also around when I lost out on 90 hours of PTO. The company didnāt even pay it out.
Funny enough, I was thinking about this yesterday.
I was front desk in a physical therapy clinic for almost three years. I had a good reputation among my peers, I was exceeding my metrics goals, my rapport with patients was good. My two previous clinic directors had nothing but praise for me and I had solid performance reviews from them. I was struggling pretty bad with burnout, so admittedly last spring wasnāt my best but I was still showing up and trying.
Then I caught my clinic director talking shit about me on instant messenger with another coworker. She stupidly sat down next to me and I caught the screen out of the corner of my eye.
We had a new physical therapist start that week because my clinic director was pregnant and about to leave. New PT was super nice and we got along immediately. She wanted a break from her onboarding training and took it upon herself to clean the clinic. I showed her where things were and offered to help her if she wanted. She knew I was also busy (I should mention I was the only person at the front desk) so she declined and went about her business. I usually took out the trash, lightly cleaned the bathrooms, and did laundry in addition to trying to man the desk. We were outpatient and averaging almost 100 visits a week, so sometimes I didnāt get to this as quick as I did when I was in a clinic with less patients. But I certainly did it more than my clinic director or any other coworker did since they were treating patients Deep cleaning the clinic was hard because we usually had patients and they didnāt want us hourly employees to have overtime, so I couldnāt exactly adjust my schedule to clean it when people werenāt there nor did I really want to. My previous clinic directors would incorporate cleaning into a dead hour and we had a team effort about it.
My clinic director was going on about how ānew PT cleaned the clinic way more than I ever didā and then bitched about me āhelping other people againā because another coworker messaged me asking how to do something. I got asked for help a lot because the other front desk peers were in other locations by themselves and I was also in the process of becoming a trainer. Canāt even remember what I was helping out with now, but it was in the middle of our last patient being there and it wasnāt disrupting anything I shouldāve been doing, so donāt know what her problem was. The coworker she was talking to got along with me well and not really that responsive to her messages but let her keep talking. Not one had she mentioned to me in any sort of one on one that she was unsatisfied with how I cleaned. Had there been a proper address of the issue, I wouldāve fixed it. I felt totally embarrassed and hurt.
So I found another job on Indeed, rage applied to it, got it and left a few weeks later. Immediately made more money, have a less stressful job, coworkers that donāt talk shit, and a cleaning crew takes care of our office cleaning!
three disciplinary letters with a new boss. i thought it was better to leave than get terminated, despite not having a plan, which my coworkers couldnāt resist pointing out.
I learned that my entire department got a raise but I didn’t. But they wanted me to be the supervisor when they ran my supervisor off. For less $$ than the people I would be in charge of and after 2 years without a raise.
In the middle of a dinner rush, and I moved a cambro of Mozzarella balls to reach something behind it in the cooler, and didn’t place the cambro exactly how it was before I closed the door (with the handle parallel to the door) The owner started shouting at me, literally shouting in my face, about how I was a “dumb fucking idiot” in front of a packed restaurant, my coworkers, his wife, and his 2 adult children who also worked there. I stood there silent, for about 30 seconds. He went silent, then started smiling. Got almost nose to nose with me and said in an eerily calm, low voice, “Oh. You are SO angry right now, aren’t you? I wonder what’s gonna happen, are you gonna cry? No, no, you probably want to hit me instead, don’t you? Go ahead, DO IT. Show me how angry you are.” The whole place fell completely silent for a few seconds, then I took a step back and said, “Go fuck yourself ‘his name’.” Threw my apron on the floor, and went to walk out. He started yelling obscenities at me in Italian, so I pointed to and shouted to a lady in the dining area who was having dinner with her family, that he had just been talking shit about, “BY THE WAY HE WAS JUST TELLING HIS WIFE ABOUT HOW FUCKING UGLY HE THINKS YOUR BABY IS. ENJOY YOUR MEAL!!” And then I left š
Edit: I was 19 at the time, and he used the fact that he was a large, loud, angry man to his advantage to try intimidate most of us A. LOT.
When the school I worked at kept under year old babies out in 100F+ heat after I kept begging them to take them inside for their own safety. The owners were healthcare professionalsā¦
Asked for Derby Day off. Someone forgot. Someone else forgot to call in other dishies. I was the only one there. In Las Vegas, Cinco De Mayo, Fight Night and the Kentucky Derby all in the same day. Popular Mexican restaurant. I quit, left and made it just in time for the horses to run. It was my Moms favorite holiday. More important in our house, than Mothers Day.
When I was 21 years old I accepted what seemed to be a job that would eventually lead to a prestigious position. In fact, it was quite prestigious for someone that was still at university. I felt performance anxiety because my boss would communicate very little, but expect me to know exactly what he wanted. I suspect he wasn’t treated well by his boss and i was sometimes the one to take the hit.
There were times when I had to stay til late and once I saw my boss back at work even though he was supposed to be on vacation. I said I quit my job because I had to finish my degree faster and to take care of some personal things, but now that I’m older and more experienced I admit to myself that that environment wasn’t healthy and shouldn’t be normalized and the true reason why I quit was because I didn’t feel comfortable taking so much crap and working long hours for a shitty pay.
Wage related reasons. Both times, new people were being hired at a rate above what longtime staff was getting. That’s disrespectful. My current workplace has standardized, transparent salaries for all roles
When my approved 2 weeks vacation to help my mother move from the Midwest was turned into a long weekend 2 weeks before it was to start. Silent 2 week notice given, projects finished and told no one. Paycheck hit my bank account and I never returned to work. Spent 3 weeks closing down a 3 story home that has been lived in for 37 years. The work was my therapy. I was much better when I returned to the mid Atlantic to live with my mother in the home we bought together. Conveniently COVID started a month after she moved in.
I heard from friends that he was stunned. No one had ever done that before. It is now called “Doing the BlueXTC”. Recently I heard he gave the owner an ultimatum and is now effectively retired.
The award winning Neuroscientist I assisted blamed me for āmaking her forget she loaned her power cord to a colleague from CA who accidentally packed it and flew back home with it.ā That same week she played YouTube videos for the lab and when she was caught by the department head, you guessed it, blamed me. After the department head dropped by one day and asked where she was and I said āshe told me she was working from home todayā she began to insult me and belittle me until I left my badge on my desk and walked out. She made a lot of mistakes, and treated me and others like shit. Iām shocked she is still a name in her field today.
When my boss called me at 9 am on a Sunday morning while I was out at breakfast with my college kids who’d been home for the weekend and about to leave – which she knew.
I didn’t answer, she called again, then texted. Why? She didn’t like how I’d structured the calendar invites I sent out.
It took some time to put the pieces in place, but that’s when I knew I was done.
When I was told how much my hard work was appreciated only to be slapped with about a 4k raise (10%). I was not happy with it. Spoke with my manager and was told ābe grateful since the standard is only 2%ā. Mind you, entry level pay at other companies in the industry was still paying more btw. It was my first big girl job out of college so I stuck around a little bit more. How naive of me to think theyād give me more if I kept up the great work, took on more responsibilities, and answered emails off the clock? That was when I knew I had to leave. It was a dead end job.
Bonus: Not even a year later, the director hit me up out of the blue to offer me the job back with a new salary of 25% more of what the previous one was! So they basically ratted themselves out that they knew they were lowballing me. The audacity!
I got fired from the second job I never applied or asked for from the same owner for asking for Christmas off because I was burnt out working two jobs for her and not getting paid overtime or having any benefits. I quit the other job after I lined up a new job and took a three week vacation right before the pandemic. Then she made me quarantine for 2 weeks so I ended up getting almost all of my PTO she never let me use paid out. I also found a career I like and I will see bad reviews for her business from time to time and I silently cackle.
When my supervisors were talking about popping Xanax to make it through the workday. My mental health had been suffering for months, Iād even tried counseling and I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. When my supervisors were joking about that (and were actually do it!) I realized I didnāt want that to be me. I didnāt want to work in a place that was so damaging to my mental health that Iād have to take medication to be able to do my job. Iām not saying thereās anything wrong with taking medication if you need it but my job should not be creating that for me.
The two worst and most explosive “I’ve had it” ones:
One time the boss lady of a sole proprietorship handed out new employment policies effective 4 weeks hence detailing how our pay would be docked for every error found on documents we produced.
One time the miserable unhappy control freak if an office manager SCREAMED at me in front of the rest of the office that I was wasting my time walking (3 steps) to the copier to grab my printouts and I should just keep typing and wait for other people (who were not asked to do the following) to bring them to me.
I was written up for being late bc my sonās bus was late. I was hired with the knowledge I would not leave my house before he got home from school. (I was a single mom)
I was told that i wasnāt being disciplined (performance issues because no one told me my role had changed and what that meant). A month later I was told that I was mistaken and I was being disciplined. I made a long-term plan to get out for good. It took 9 months and I never told them the whole truth as to why I left not just the company, but the entire industry
Management not owning up to their mistakes and putting my safety on the line. When asked to fix said issue they were like āwhat do you want me to do about it?ā Walked out on the spot.
My boss attempted to publicly bully me, during a staff meeting and everyone saw it. No one said anything but it was like a scene in a movie and āeveryone was too stunned to speakā looking from me to her with darting eyes and mouths agape. I walked out on the spot and got a mental health leave certificate from my GP for the next week. We were already going through the motions of remediation with fair work over a contract violation on their part and boss was obviously shitty over that. So they decided to be childish in public. It was great evidence at the next meeting we had with the lawyers. Meanwhile behind the scenes I had accepted a job to start work somewhere new after the summer break. I had to return to finalise a few things, but I was free.
I was expected to give CPA exams WHILE working busy seasons (14+ hours daily) in a severely understaffed team with our UK based team (5 hours time difference) and travel to office atleast twice a week (4 hours daily commute). Oh and no, we didn’t get extra leaves for the exams.
But my breaking point was when no matter what question I asked my manager, he’d say why haven’t you learnt this already when you’re studying for CPA? So I decided I’ll study and not work for now
I got reported to HR for apparently having beef with someone I wasnāt aware I had beef with and because everyone else seemed to know but me it was signed off that I was the problem and they wanted to try and do some kind of corrective plan and I just realized I didnāt need the money enough to deal with a toxic work culture. Since then a bunch of staff have left and they may or may not be getting sued
When I realized I could not even schlep downstairs to my living room to have a zoom Meeting with these people anymore. It was a build up of ethical
Issues I was having with them and I simply couldnāt do it anymore. I quit and decided to retire.
Couldnāt sleep stressing about going to work the next day. Completely unhappy with no work life balance. Started to be a scapegoat for the good old boys club when anything went wrong. Traffic increased to 1.5 hours each way. Day I put in my notice, I had booked a trip and put in PTO, which got approved. One of the guys ended up saying they were gonna be out of the office so they said I couldnāt take off, even though I had already been approved and flights had been booked (was told this 2 days before I was to be off). Put it my notice and told them that my last day could be that day, or Iād give them 2 weeks after I got back from vacation. They opted for the 2 weeks. Took 6 months off after to just decompress and found a work from home job that gives me complete work life balance. Donāt make as much, but my mental health is worth more than what that job paid me.
I just quit my restaurant job of three weeks. Just moved here. Its called a āfamily restaurantā in the name. They wanted servers to pay FULL PRICE for a meal while we were so busy serving the rest of the community- our food will get cold and dead by the time we even get two bites in. Owner also said we as servers have to pay for Call in To Go orders if the caller never comes to pick up their food. The fact that this āfamily restaurantā doesnāt feed the servers who in turn feed the community was a maaaajor greedy red flag. Everything else about the job was tolerable and almost fun. But if im getting shit on for eating a dead piece of buttered toast in the window- and he wants me to pay a whole $2.75 for itā¦.. nah thanks. Im not THAT cheap, but full price while everyone else on staff gets free or heavily discounted meals is a joke- and its all because servers āmake more moneyā. Who cares!? Have you seen what i have to do compared to the rest of the staff?!
I just quit today so this came at the right time! My 4 year would have been in June and Iāve never had a raise. My breaking point was about a month ago though. I work at a cemetery and my boss texted me to stand outside during our service to guide people to our chapel since they kept going to the unprepared grave site instead. It was raining and I didnāt have a raincoat so I texted him back that perhaps he could order me a company rain jacket that I see other people have. I was using a scarf as a hood at that point. Mind you, I never ask for anything! (Besides a raise that I did not get.) His reply to me when I asked for a company jacket? āYou can use one of the trash bags that we have in the office.ā He didnāt say jk. Didnāt ask for what size I want. Didnāt order one for me at all. I gave my resignation today and he was so pissed. Iām not giving them my 2 weeks, they donāt deserve it. Donāt know why he was surprised. I no longer felt like I was being treated as an equal but instead, Iāve been feeling belittled, lower than everyone else and like a cog in the machine that is the funeral industry. Also, I hate being a topic for office gossip. My office is filled with shit talkers who have no hobbies and although I love working in death care, I need to prioritize my mental health. Iām a 25 year old being bullied by people 30-50 years old, so ridiculous lol. I feel so liberated after giving my notice. I got a new job at a pottery studio and Iāll now be making double what I was making in funeral work. Biggest weight off my shoulders and I can feel myself getting my spark back āØEff that place
A couple weeks ago, the place I worked at switched the radio from classic rock to the same three royalty free songs on loop. It drove me nuts. One fateful night, we stayed open when our POS systems shut down completely. Fine, nothing I havenāt dealt with before. What we didnāt have was a credit card imprinter. We had to resort to cash only and manually calculate tax. For the remaining 6 hours we were open. Needless to say, people werenāt happy and we were clearly losing out on more money by staying open and having customers wait while we counted bills and calculated tax. This in combination with the royalty free music was the breaking point. I wrote my resignation letter on my break.
When moving around my work hours from morning 8-12 to evening 7-11 wasnāt allowed because you take vacation days for that!
But taking your laptop a week to another country on holiday and work from there a full 40 hours (as if they would do that) that was considered a normal work week.
People had expectations to see my face present, so even when we discussed they see my face less, I got calls asking: āwhere the hell I thought I was?ā I was working remote like all the other colleaguesā¦.
Working 7-3 and our day basically being done by 10/11am. Drove me crazy just killing time all day, I fully deep cleaned the store before I realized what a joke of a place it was.
Soon to be for me, but my breaking point is that after years of therapy and people pleasing recovery, I sent ONE dry email to an external clientās agent who has been abusing me (gaslighting me, hanging up on me, etc). It was a kind but no nonsense tone and I got an hour-long talking to by my manager to work on my decorum.
It clicked during my annual review, thatās when I realised no matter how hard I tried, how well received my work was by clients, how much Iād put up being insulted and yelled at, my efforts would never be recognised.
Took me a couple years to psychologically recover from that job but it helped me become stronger and not take nonsense from others.
After a colleague resigned, I was the only person left in my department & was doing all the work. They refused to hire someone to help me, I was having meltdowns every day. I begged for help or support from management, but they always said it was being discussed. I found out they’d also stopped using freelancers to help us and was told that in a meeting (I wasn’t a part of), my management said “we’ll just get u/itspotatotoyousir to do all of it.”
I wasn’t earning enough to afford groceries in the last week before payday. I also couldn’t afford my ADHD medication and they refused to compromise on tiny things that would help me with my executive dysfunction issues. (For context here – I would be hyper-focused working on something, and they would interrupt me to do some minor tasks that weren’t urgent, but they refused to wait for me to finish what I was doing. I suggested multiple solutions of compromises, but they never met me halfway. Not a single time ,no matter how firm I was. They wanted me to do their non-urgent things immediately whenever they wanted. So I’d have to break focus, do their thing that took 5 minutes, and then spend 30+ minutes trying to get back into the first task. Repeat this 5x a day and I was in a state.)
So I decided if they wouldn’t compromise, then they should pay me more. I did all the math, provided resources for average salaries in my position & experience (I was earning 42-80% less than market average), and they said “thanks for the 6 years you’ve worked for us” and offered me 8%.
Again I went to begging them to hire someone to help me. During one meltdown I even said “I should have resigned three years ago.” Since ADHD is considered a disability in my country, I also mentioned that their refusal to pay me enough to afford medication and their refusal to work with me in a way that helped me was ableist. I was told to just deal with it because everyone was feeling the same way as I was. Within 1 month I’d signed a new contract at a new job paying 80% more and sent in my resignation.
i cry everyday . im scared for every call that i take. every time i log in i say “i dont want to do this anymore” i dream about it. i hear the phone rings even it’s not existent. i cry and beg in my prayer to land a new job. everytime i hear viber beeps my heart skip a beat
Despite doing my best, being told that being promoted was out of the question. Being at the bottom ranks for years has done me mental and emotional damage.
When I was told to not eat during my 36 hour-shift. I was given a choice- either “share” my food with the client`s annoying toddler – meaning she gets all the food and I starve or not to eat at all. Also I injured my neckbones. I was personal assistant to a handycapped lady.
I was managing a pet store. The store owner told me to restock a flea control product we’d been ordered by the city to remove from our shelves because “they never come back to check.” As the store manager, I knew I would be partially culpable and ‘just following orders’ isn’t a valid excuse, so I quit and found a better job.
Being bottom of the barrel and being treated as such, for a horrible job that I was getting paid peanuts for. It took its toll on my mental health over time, and I ended up leaving work on sick leave because of it. During my sick leave, which was doctor approved, I handed in my notice, so my notice would happen WHILE on my sick leave, so I never had to set foot in that place ever again.
When the grand poobah of the elks lodge came in one night, where I bartended. I donāt know his exact title so I use grand poobah but heās the head of it all.
News was on. A local 8 yo boy had been struck by a school bus and killed.
He said āthatās ok, itās a N word boyā
My jaw fell. Wiped my wet hands on apron , took it off and silently walked out. Never went back, not even for my last check.
I refuse to listen to crap like that. He was 8!!! Jfc!! An accident and no itās not ok and race is not the point. Too afraid I had been working at a white supremacist spot.
Now I think back bc itās been 20+ years .
Still would do the same today. I will never understand why ppl speak out so easily when they feel like that. Did he really think I was going to agree???
I had to extend my disability leave after a surgery because both of my lungs collapsed during it. My boss told me to come back to work immediately āor else.ā.. in a factory without air conditioning in the middle of summer. Literally a death sentence š I said no and consider this my 2 week notice, because my leave was up in 2 weeks lmao.
My breaking point was not getting a donut. I find this funny now im out of there.
Manager was passive aggressive, with a known history of being a shit manager and causing people to leave and having rotating favourites.
she stood right next to me asking another employee what type of donut they wanted. Ignores me totally. I figure that the higher ups are all getting donuts. Good for them.
Come in the next day, shes holding a company’s worth of donuts. 4 or 5 large boxes worth. Looks me dead in the eyes and goes “oh… did I ask if you wanted a donut? No? Oh, well (other employee) is not here today. You can have hers”
I declined said donut.
This place was the craziest place i ever worked. Managers screaming at each other top of their lungs daily. Massive turn over and understaffed. I had to hold out while my application for a house was being processed. As soon as it cleared, gave my notice.
Oh. Em. Gee.
Everyone else had Terrible jobs!
I sound so spoilt now:
Job 1: Quit because the job wasn’t FUN.
Job 2: Quit because I didn’t like the tasks, or the shift.
Job 3: Quit because I got a new boss. He was a very good boss according to everyone else; did followups and meetings and data-crunching, and gave support and advice. HOWEVER, I prefer being left entirely to my own devices – I see that as a sign of trust. And after nine years being a top performer, I felt I had earned that. So I quit.
Job 4: Am quitting this autumn, because they didn’t allow me to name the machines I repair after dinosaurs. Also they didn’t let me order a hot pink chain for lifting heavy shit. So I’m quitting.
It’ll be fun seeing why I’ll leave job 5 – I haven’t even gotten it yet (it’s a six month process; I’m in month three atm, and may not even get it – won’t know for another three months)
They already DO name their machines (because they are ships…) and I won’t need my own lift-equipment. So maybe it’ll be the fact that they didn’t increase on my pay-request, but offered me Exactly the amount I asked for? That was mean of them – didn’t feel appreciated. They ALSO aren’t paying for my travel to the (multiple) interviews – this irks me greatly!
Clearly I’m a bit of an asshole š
(And there’s obviously more to each story – but boiled down, this is pretty much what it’s like)
When I called my boss out for talking nastily to another woman. Then he went nuts on meā¦. I quit like 3 days later after HR got involved. I worked in HR. What a joke.
Oh this is easy….When I almost fell off a train platform because my night job kept forcing me to stay overtime and I would go home disoriented and lost a block away from my apartment
I worked at a local nursing home and always picked up shifts for coworkers, then would get mandated to work a double when my replacements wouldnāt show up. I ended up getting sick and did all the work to find a replacement for my shift the next day. She didnāt show up and the manager left me a voicemail asking where I was in a very condescending tone, except she didnāt actually hang up when she thought she did. She left me an additional 4.5 minute conversation between her, the charge nurse, and 2 of my coworkers all talking poorly about me. As if I hadnāt picked up all their shifts last minute and been pulling doubles for 3 straight weeks. I put my scrubs on and arrived about 15 minutes later. They were all smiles and thankful I ādecidedā to come in (as if I wasnāt actually sick)āthat meant one of them wouldnāt have to do a double. I asked the manager and charge nurse to meet me in the common room where the other 2 were. I put the voicemail on speaker phone and let the whole message play. Handed them my badge and keys then said F*** YOU I QUIT!
Edit: It was mid-December and they had me working every single day over both holidays with no days off, most of the shifts were doubles, including overnights. Guess they all had to pick up those shifts!
I worked for a small mom & pop market/deli. I had to borderline rip my paycheck from their hands every two weeks. If I didn’t give reminders on the times I would like to pick up my check on pay day, they wouldn’t do them. They kept switching what day pay day was, from Monday’s to Thursday’s to Sundays etc. Also, by the end of the summer I had numerous checks that bounced from them so my bank didn’t want to cash them without holding the check for 3-5 business days. I was getting paid minimum wage and getting paid every 3 weeks was tough, but jobs were slim at the time and I had no other prospects. Any conversation about these issues was met with manipulation about how the business is trying hard to stay afloat and everybody goes through tough financial situations sometimes.
My breaking point was when one of my checks bounced that had the majority of my rent on it and I got served an eviction notice. Luckily, things fell into place quickly and I found a much better job that didn’t give me nearly any headaches like that stupid market lol.
My supervisor and the managing partner are really close friends. A month before I quit, I sent an email to the managing partner after I overheard her telling him about a conversation she and I had that morning, and was blatantly lying about what I said. Iād heard her telling other people in the office things about me and my performance, even though she would tell me how good I was doing in our monthly 1 on 1s. She also had a habit of snatching things out of my hand, texting me on my days off, and would blame me for mistakes she made. After I sent him that email, I knew instantly he was gonna take her side, and started to get the feeling that they were going to fire me. Other people in the office had already told me that she fired the last two people in my position over something petty, so I knew I was gonna be next. In the weeks leading up to my leaving, she was out on vacation for two weeks, and while she was gone, certain tasks that she was supposed to have done, were left up to me to figure out, while also having to completely my regular duties. I was left out to dry and when I expressed my frustrations to her when she came back, she completely disregarded them. I quit that day, and as soon as I left, I got texts from my coworkers that they (supervisor and managing partner) were telling everyone that they were gonna fire me anyway. Glad I didnāt give them the chance to fire me.
First job I quit was working in a supermarket. I got a disciplinary for having three absences in a year. I wouldnāt have minded too much but the attitude of the manger was what tipped me over the edge. He told me I should have come into work after being physically sick on two of the occasions. Like great Iāll handle everyoneās food/groceries whilst potentially infectious.
I requested a day off because I had my 5 year old. My lead said he must have missed it and told me if I didn’t come in I’d be fired. When I mentioned my child, he told me to give her a tablet or something and she can hang out in the break room…for 10 hours. I just never showed up and he had to work the store alone.
I will soon quit when I finish my further education.
My breaking point for deciding to quit soon was like this:
After a hell of a month I texted my vice-boss (a woman in her 40s) “This workload is impossible to hold up. I am completely exhausted and don’t have enough time to finish everything and this will affect our budget”.
She replied almost a week later with “well yeah sometimes there is more work, can’t do anything about it.”
No shit, really? Tell me again about your work experience of 1 year in our team compared to my 6 years. Without me this team is going to collapse and I won’t feel bad about it.
They gave a sub my teaching position because we were so understaffed and they didnāt want him to quit by giving him my (awful) schedule. They never once considered the fact that Iād quit instead.
I was working retail around the holidays, and a little kid (around 7-8) was using the racks as monkey bars. when I said “oh honey, don’t play on that”, his response was “go fuck yourself” š
It was a long time ago, but I was working a mall job, and I was pretty good at selling products people could put photos on (mugs, t-shirts, even canvas/fake painting). Every time my manager who was a good friend of mine (from before working at said job) or I would offer a suggestion to make things run smoother or to sell better, they wouldn’t listen to us. And there were MANY other issues going on, so many that my manager, one other employee and I closed the store, left the key in the main office and we never came back. Thirty years later, still no regrets.
I took a a job that started out with a specific job description and after a week they started adding things like you’re now going to be helping this other team to support this other program, then they added another job to be their Company’s HD manager and to purchase equipment for a call center, etc. This is just before we were to begin client support on the job I took on; I was the only person on staff and at a bare minimum they should have had 10 people on rotation. For some perspective, We were to provide 20 hours out of 24 support per day, which included week days and weekends. I had a nervous breakdown from the stress and kinda had to quit.
I’m almost there. I’m standing at the edge. Not ready to jump because I have rent. But every day I’m burned out and depressed. I used to go to the gym every day. I’m lucky I go at all now. My job is physically demanding though; I walk hours on end, many 9 hour shifts. My managers are trash. They threw out a chair in the back so associates can’t sit even for a minute, even on 20 min mandated break. I am a shadow of myself. I don’t know what else to say.
I want to add this: a customer threatened to shoot everyone in the store because he couldn’t do a return. Boss’s response? Next time he comes in, remember to offer good customer service.
True storyĀ
I worked food service in the cafeteria of another workplace. Our lunch rushes were massive and came in two waves. close to the end of the first wave, all our trash cans were overflowing and spilling out everywhere. I asked my manager to take out trash because the rest of us couldnāt leave the counters.
He pulled me off the counters and yell at me in the back office for daring to tell him what to do. After he was finished. I told him I quit. I grabbed my stuff and left.
I left 4 hours into my 8 hour shift and they paid me for the whole day, so that was pretty cool.
Chest pain, teeth grinding, shorter temper. Iāve been mulling over my decisions and getting my CV ready for a while but I know itās from burnout.
Iāve been with the same employer for 20+ years and while my team and my manager are great, the org values no longer align with mine.
I had an EAP session this week to address the acute burnout symptoms. The real kicker though was my husband telling me (with love) that itās been heartbreaking for him to see the light draining out of my eyes because of my workplace.
I applied for four jobs today. Even if I donāt get them, I can take my long service leave as a payout and get the hell out. No job is worth the conflict or stress Iām feeling. I donāt need it and I definitely donāt want it.
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When I cried on the way to work, and on the way home from work. I was an assistant to stock traders, and the ones I worked with were the most disgusting womanizing, woman belittling pack of animals I’ve ever had the displeasure of being around. It was a small office, no HR, just good ole boys all the way down.
They were talking to me like they were crazy.
I received a 1 cent wage increase after requesting a wage bump after working at the place for over a year.
While the guy that regularly harassed me in the workplace (whom I reported many times) got a proper increase.
Walked out on the spot.
I got in my car after a shift and started crying, then decided no job was worth leaving like this over so I went back in and quit
Portfolio increased every year, my direct reports went from 10 to 75, facilities I was overseeing went from 1 to 3. They started getting annoyed when things got overlooked, but theyād never discipline me for it because they knew it was an impossible work load. They talked about adding more services for me to oversee so I quit.
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I was hired in at a wage and job title one level below the men in the metrology lab. However my experience and knowledge were far above theirs. I was given the harder work, dealing with inaccuracies from them and given more volume because the other departments knew my methodology was better. I found a different job because I was not willing to shoulder the entire department for less than what they made. Im much happier now.
I was having meltdowns daily at my desk, having to call out often from the stress, couldnāt decompress after work.
I worked for a big pet store but at a small location. The store had to cut 25 hours. 20 were taken from me. The other 5 hours were spread out amongst the others. My manager that I closed with warned me the night before so I wasn’t shocked. She wasn’t the one that did it. But a day later she was out for the rest of the week so we gained 20 hours. The guy that cut my hours showed me the new schedule, he gave me 4 back. I looked at the schedule, then at him, back at the schedule, then back at him and was like I quit.
Got written up for something menial and stupid
When they ripped me off for over $35k in retirement after having previously used my exceptional retirement plan as justification for not paying the salary increase we had previously agreed upon.
That was the unfortunate lesson that taught me how important getting things in writing is. And that when they say the office is like family, itās a tactic used to manipulate you.
After a workplace injury I was treated like a piece of meat. I had a traumatizing injury that made me effectively disabled for a while, and they wouldn’t stop hounding me about getting back to work. And when I did go back to work under modified duties, they tried to trick me into working extra hours to compensate for time away from work due to medical appointments. Showed their truest colours (even more so) after I filed my 2 weeks. Any hope I had to keep bridges within the industry went right out the window then.
I’m glad I knew my rights, and it gave me the kick in the butt to leave the industry completely.
For a few days in a row a guy would come in and stand by the entrance and watch me work as a cashier. On the last day he came in with his girlfriend and flashed his gun at me, then walked out. I quit right after that and advised the security guard do the same (he was older and using a cane)
When I was the best at my job, had the highest work ethic, Genuinely gave a f about everyone and was always punctual and then the person who I trained up and still had alot to learn applied for the position and got it even though they had only been there 6 months and Id been there for years. Also said person required alot of assistance in practically every aspect of the role from the rest of the colleagues.
Only reason they got it was cos of brown nosing and I’m talking buying managers food and coffee everyday, following them around, saying I instead of we or not mentioning the help they received.
Don’t get me wrong if the higher position went to one my other colleagues who also applied I would have been bothered but not angry or upset as their just as good but it went to the brown noser.
Also thought me a valuable lesson about the managers and how they just wanted someone who would do their work aswell.
The area head told me she enjoys making other teachers cry. I handed my notice in as head teacher on the spot the day of our inspection. I did enjoy making her cry with that, though, so maybe I’m no better.
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I requested a raise. I had to give a speech about why ( what ive learned what makes me more valuable etc) – I had topped out at my job. I could do just about everything besides sales and IT so there wasn’t much but my pay would match other people’s) , but I got denied because I took my birthday off a few weeks prior, and because I didn’t message a manager in a different department that I’d be gone i was “unqualified”. I had put it in the calendar and put in the request I with sufficient time and given my manager the details, but somehow my day off had been inconvenient for the other manager.
My first two jobs, I left because of being treated like an animal. 12-hour shifts left in a windowless hell with no breaks arranged, already clocked in before the sun rose and only clocked out after it set. And then it was for being given 4-minute toilet curfews at a call centre as a reward for having high productivity. Then came my third job.
Had been forced to work with someone incompetent and deluded who was unable to learn the job even after 2 and 1/2 years in the position. Iām talking we worked in childrenās health and she didnāt get that a newborn babyās healthcare provider wouldnāt be a school nurse. She was constantly accusing our team of bullying her even though we were being nice and patiently training her and helping her do her work.
Had also been dealing with management starting to micro-manage our team, and change procedures to no benefit. Systems weād been using for years that worked just fine were being replaced with flashy new systems that didnāt integrate and had been brute-forced in before development had fully been finished. Made things hell.
Also wouldnāt listen to us when we complained and tried to explain how much it was hurting efficiency. Also wouldnāt listen to us when we said we needed a printer – the one we had was so broken it died every 2 weeks and we probably wasted hundreds of pounds in shredded / misaligned / misprinted paper, as well as hundreds of hours of our time on the phone to the IT department.
The only thing that kept me there were the people I worked with (besides the deluded lady). They were all kind and we could have a laugh about the situation. The day one of those people turned on me after I did absolutely nothing wrong and treated me like a villain (my crime: getting confused about the printing rota), and I had to go into the filing cupboard and sob my heart out, was the day I realized the job was destroying my mental health and not worth it. I think I put my notice in 2 weeks later.
I wasn’t diagnosed at the time, but I’m autistic and it was a high volume call center with terrible management.
I took the job to run away from home (in my early 20s). It was 9 months of Hell on earth, but it was less Hell than staying with my family. I one day walked in, looked around, then handed my key card and badge to a manager and walked out in tears.
I thought I’d end up homeless. I wasn’t going home. My best friend, who it didn’t click with me how much they cared, helped me out. I’m free, happy and loved now.
My breaking point was being overwhelmed all the time and a manager who didn’t understand boundaries. I just assumed I was the problem.
The only job I ever walked out of, I got word that the AGM had been firedā¦he got fired while on leave because his DAD HAD DIED. Someone at that job was friends with his girlfriend on Facebook and saw that she was on a cruise, and the management company assumed that he had lied and was on the cruise with her.
To this day I have no idea why he didnāt sue them for wrongful termination. The cool thing thoā¦there were like 5 of us-some pretty key members of the team-that walked out that day because of it. Fuck them.
I was called to work when recovering from covid+double pneumonia. I had been out for 2 weeks & still was in the shitter. GM called & said they needed a closer, & that i had no choice or I’d be taken off the schedule. So, I came in, & it was of course a busy shift as I was the salary manager at a papa johns. I was suppose to leave shortly after close, when the drivers completed their tasks.
I could barely hold myself up by the time I left. It felt like my torso up to my neck was going to fall off.
Meanwhile, my boss asked me to say & fold 600+ boxes, deep clean the grout, clean after the driver’s & put up our $2000 truck we’d ordered. It was 3am when I quit. I barely folded 200 boxes, & did not even get to the truck or other shit she asked. I had another job within 12 hrs of quitting.
When i kept being given work that was not my job entirely, just because they were short staffed, which Iām sorry is not my problem. It stressed me out and I wasnāt getting paid enough. The men there were also extremely creepy and always had things to say
Can’t get a pay raise , have departments that don’t get their shit together, not knowing anything going on , no one can even help each other out … I’m about to leave in a few months . Mental break downs is a thing recently .
When all I would do is go home and sleep. Then wake up to eat dinner, go back to sleep. And I would still be tired. Then on the way to work, Iād think about all the ways I could hurt myself so I wouldnāt have to go in
When the ED got mad at me for taking too much vacation time that had already been approved by my supervisor.
Also when I realized I could make more money at an easier job.
I woke up dreading the day. Just another day of managing impossible expectations and ridiculous demands from higher ups, who genuinely had no clue how anything worked. I felt stressed, angry, upset, tired ALL THE TIME. Worst of all I realised Iād lost a lot of confidence in myself because I was stopped at every turn. I got paid okay but that was the only good thing about that place. Everyone on my team hated the company.
Someone in the same job but different team had quit a month earlier. I gave my notice to my manager. Someone else also same position quit the next week. Kind of like a collective finger to them. So much happier now, and Iāve spoken to those who left and they feel the same!
My boss was a terrible person to me. She’d yell at me, call me names, belittle me for doing nothing wrong. She was just one of those miserable people who took it out on others. The final straw was when we called me stupid for not doing a thing she was blocking me from doing. I was so angry I got home and punched a punching bag until my knuckles bled. I still have the scar three years later.
I should have quit sooner.
when they wouldnt let me call in sick, there were other reasons they werent the best managers but i couldnt take it after that
I was paycheck to paycheck (100 leftover if I stayed on budget and the budget was tight) and knew I needed something that provided more stability
I had told my direct manager (a VP) that my grandfather had passed over the weekend and I would need time to help my family, located internationally, make preparations for his funeral and get his things in order. I didn’t even ask for time off…
Less than a few hours later, she called me and berated me for forgetting to include a handful of metrics on a slide in one of the monthly decks.
I promptly started applying for jobs the week after and left in under a month with an offer in hand.
I was the HR Manager for a nonprofit. I was being targeted by an exec (who ended up being fired) & the final straw was some other (word I donāt want to say) decided to also harass me. I was done. Whenever I logged in to do any work, I would just sit there in a stupor.
I just couldn’t take it anymore.The culture was wack and I was miserable. It’s the only time I’ve walked out of a job.
I was having daily panic attacks due to intense micro managing from a supervisor. I felt bad talking to my coworkers or using the bathroom. I would come home, cry, sleep, and was a shell of myself. I could barely talk to anyone because I was just stuck in fight/flight/freeze mode.
one night laying in bed I just told my boyfriend Iām quitting and he was said āI support youā. the next day I walked in, put all my stuff on my desk, and walked out. my team lead was so supportive and felt awful for me the entire time I was there. she did her best to defend me but she couldnāt say much either against the supervisor (her boss). found a better paying job a week later, started less than a month later. itās been wonderful ever since.
I quit before even starting my first shift.
It was in college and I interviewed for a waitressing job at a restaurant I visited frequently. I didn’t get the job right away, but a couple of weeks later the owner called me back and said he had a position that just opened up.
So I went there to report for my first shift, and discovered they’d rebranded into a “breastaurant”. The owner handed me my uniform which included a cleavage-enhancing crop top. No way in heck would I have worn something like that in a public setting. I walked out.
Quit working in community healthcare. The depth of service was getting unreasonable, on top of chronic short- staffing, and no rhyme or reason at the management level. I won a mental health claim against them, stuck it out for another year, then quit for good. Best decision I could’ve made.
Stocked shelves, 3rd shift on weekends at a giant grocery store while I was in college. Hated it.
The last straw was when they put me on the campbell soup aisle. Do you know how many different kinds of soups there are?! And they all look exactly the same! This was the breaking point.
After that shift, I told my boss I wasn’t coming back.
When it was 126 degrees F in the kitchen and the manager wouldnāt shut down for the day.
I quit a job about a month and a half ago over text. I needed the money but I was being treated like shit and I realized it was never going to get better. I feel bad for quitting the way I did but there was no good coming from that job other than income. My peace of mind has been better since I left. The only things I miss are my paychecks and my two friends I used to work with that are still there.
1.) The male assistant manager kept coming up behind me and banging pans together or shouting to make me jump and was also harassing other female employees. I had food poisoning on Easter and he demanded that I prove it so I went to urgent care and got a note that I shouldn’t work in food service until I stopped vomiting for at least 24 hours. I had to be practically carried into the building to give it to him, and he said “You don’t look that sick to me, you have 30 seconds to get back here and put a uniform on or I’m coming over this counter to get you.” I walked out and reported him to the (female) regional manager; he and all the male staff were fired after they reviewed security footage and interviewed other employees and found that all of the male management had been harassing the teenage female employees and their male coworkers had witnessed it all without stepping in.
2.) Started having vivid daily intrusive thoughts about strangling myself in a fitting room with a festive scarf. This was just post-lockdown and I have never been screamed at or manhandled more in a retail setting in my life, while they also tripled my workload without doing anything for my paycheck.
3.) Came back from vacation to find that in two weeks the business had transformed from a wine bar to a cafe and I was expected to manage the kitchen, be a batista, and ring customers for eight hours a day on my own while pregnant. I was the only one with food safety training. There were also no working security cameras. I was like nah but thanks though, this is not $10/hr work.
When I had to go back to my country after my grandma had died and by boss texted me to make sure I would be back in the office on Monday. No kind messages to show support. Nope. At that moment I felt like being hit by a bus would be better than going back to the office. And that’s just part of it.
Yelling, disrespect, undermining, threathening nonverbal communication from superiors. Also, underminded by some of the coworkers to the point that they wouldn’t even say hi to me.
When I was threatened with termination for having an inconsistent schedule
I have 2-3 doctor appointments every week or two so I can’t maintain a typical work schedule as a result
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Tried to balance working āfull-timeā with active cancer treatment and would often have to solve problems and answer āemergencyā calls and texts while sick from chemo. I worked at a library and realized that nothing was as serious as my health. It ended up being a good decision because I got to do chemo for another 9 months after my double mastectomy
I was going to k myself. Donāt let it get to my point ladies.
First:
I had a fantastic boss who got pushed out of the company for upstaging and out performing his superior. After that I looked around and saw two things, rampant nepotism and the glass ceiling. Women made up 60% of my level of management, 10% of the one above me and only 1% of the one above that. A man took an average of 6 months to move from a level 1 management role to a level 2 management role. A woman took on average 10 years. I didn’t have time for that shit.
Second:
I was overworked and underpaid for a long time. I was covering two roles plus extra bits. My bosses were always “hiring” but never actually hired anyone to fill the gap. One day they interviewed the perfect candidate, she was amazing. My bosses walked out of the interview and said no go, I asked why. She was a Maori woman and some cultural tattoos that was just visible sticking out of her sleeve. I realized they would never actually hire someone because I was already doing the work. I asked for a pay rise, they said it wasn’t possible. So I went elsewhere, now I do just my job, got a 60% pay rise.
They hired two people to replace me, both at double my salary and have been steadily loosing clients since.
24 and had panic attacks before going to work and after. Had a mini stroke and manager told me to drive myself to the clinic. Left arm went numb and couldn’t see out of one eye.
When I got written up twice for being sick and shewed away a few times after working at a checkout lane out of my own volition instead of customer pricks calling me up. I also didn’t bleed green just to give a hint at the old place I used to work at.
When I got written up twice for being sick and shewed away a few times after working at a checkout lane out of my own volition instead of customer pricks calling me up. I also didn’t bleed green just to give a hint at the old place I used to work at.
When I got written up twice for being sick and shewed away a few times after working at a checkout lane out of my own volition instead of customer pricks calling me up. I also didn’t bleed green just to give a hint at the old place I used to work at.
when I was the only manager on site when a recently fired associate brought a knife to the warehouse – went on a FMLA leave but bosses were bugging me to come back then threatened to fire me. I quit.
They were scheduled me in the shift without asking me.
Commuting for an hour (one way) and then driving around for an hour looking for parking. STILL not finding any and rage-quitting (that day). I called in sick and left, then called my manager to tell her what happened (she already knew the struggles) and told her she can mark me as sick, unpaid LOA, whatever I was way to stressed to now work my also stressful job.
Switched to another department that had hours where parking wasnāt an issue.
Worked for a Road Building company. Five years then wanted to commit suicide, thankfully I sought counseling and almost a year later quit. I have a new job now and canāt believe I waited so long. Problem is as women we usually have a lot depending on us. Itās not so easy to just walk in and quit, you need to make a plan and believe that you can.
It was just too stressful and having a detrimental impact on my health (relying on alcohol, gained weight, not sleeping etc). Realised at 58 that life was too short to be putting up with all of that nonsense.
Iāve quit a few here are the reasons. Each for a different job.
Mmmm all in all ive had some pretty rough jobs
I asked for a paid vacation, after a lot of negotiating I got it. Left for vacation came back and suddenly, no one remembered it. I had just gotten offered a job before leaving for vacation so I left.
When my manager got mad at me for throwing away food when mice had been eating it.
Edit: they werenāt mad that I threw it away the wrong way or anything like that. They were mad because they still wanted to sell it. I was like ???? There are bite marks on it and poop next to it???? And you want to sell it still?
I was at a behavioral school. The students were tough. It was mentally draining. They would get physical with you and bite, kick, punch, spit, throw poop, call you names. Had literal 3rd graders saying and doing sexual assault and harassment to me and other female teachers. You were trained in a proper restraint for the kids when they became harmful. Thats when theyād spit on you. It was terrible.
It was tough. And my entire life was draining. Finally the day I quit was when two high schoolers were fighting. I called for back up. Had to perform my duty to prevent it aka become a punching bag in between them and no one came. For 5 minutes. Which was far too long.
I quit.
When that job was constantly interrupting my work life balance. This was also around when I lost out on 90 hours of PTO. The company didnāt even pay it out.
Funny enough, I was thinking about this yesterday.
I was front desk in a physical therapy clinic for almost three years. I had a good reputation among my peers, I was exceeding my metrics goals, my rapport with patients was good. My two previous clinic directors had nothing but praise for me and I had solid performance reviews from them. I was struggling pretty bad with burnout, so admittedly last spring wasnāt my best but I was still showing up and trying.
Then I caught my clinic director talking shit about me on instant messenger with another coworker. She stupidly sat down next to me and I caught the screen out of the corner of my eye.
We had a new physical therapist start that week because my clinic director was pregnant and about to leave. New PT was super nice and we got along immediately. She wanted a break from her onboarding training and took it upon herself to clean the clinic. I showed her where things were and offered to help her if she wanted. She knew I was also busy (I should mention I was the only person at the front desk) so she declined and went about her business. I usually took out the trash, lightly cleaned the bathrooms, and did laundry in addition to trying to man the desk. We were outpatient and averaging almost 100 visits a week, so sometimes I didnāt get to this as quick as I did when I was in a clinic with less patients. But I certainly did it more than my clinic director or any other coworker did since they were treating patients Deep cleaning the clinic was hard because we usually had patients and they didnāt want us hourly employees to have overtime, so I couldnāt exactly adjust my schedule to clean it when people werenāt there nor did I really want to. My previous clinic directors would incorporate cleaning into a dead hour and we had a team effort about it.
My clinic director was going on about how ānew PT cleaned the clinic way more than I ever didā and then bitched about me āhelping other people againā because another coworker messaged me asking how to do something. I got asked for help a lot because the other front desk peers were in other locations by themselves and I was also in the process of becoming a trainer. Canāt even remember what I was helping out with now, but it was in the middle of our last patient being there and it wasnāt disrupting anything I shouldāve been doing, so donāt know what her problem was. The coworker she was talking to got along with me well and not really that responsive to her messages but let her keep talking. Not one had she mentioned to me in any sort of one on one that she was unsatisfied with how I cleaned. Had there been a proper address of the issue, I wouldāve fixed it. I felt totally embarrassed and hurt.
So I found another job on Indeed, rage applied to it, got it and left a few weeks later. Immediately made more money, have a less stressful job, coworkers that donāt talk shit, and a cleaning crew takes care of our office cleaning!
three disciplinary letters with a new boss. i thought it was better to leave than get terminated, despite not having a plan, which my coworkers couldnāt resist pointing out.
The constant bullying from the ādrama girl gangā and my boss.
I learned that my entire department got a raise but I didn’t. But they wanted me to be the supervisor when they ran my supervisor off. For less $$ than the people I would be in charge of and after 2 years without a raise.
In the middle of a dinner rush, and I moved a cambro of Mozzarella balls to reach something behind it in the cooler, and didn’t place the cambro exactly how it was before I closed the door (with the handle parallel to the door) The owner started shouting at me, literally shouting in my face, about how I was a “dumb fucking idiot” in front of a packed restaurant, my coworkers, his wife, and his 2 adult children who also worked there. I stood there silent, for about 30 seconds. He went silent, then started smiling. Got almost nose to nose with me and said in an eerily calm, low voice, “Oh. You are SO angry right now, aren’t you? I wonder what’s gonna happen, are you gonna cry? No, no, you probably want to hit me instead, don’t you? Go ahead, DO IT. Show me how angry you are.” The whole place fell completely silent for a few seconds, then I took a step back and said, “Go fuck yourself ‘his name’.” Threw my apron on the floor, and went to walk out. He started yelling obscenities at me in Italian, so I pointed to and shouted to a lady in the dining area who was having dinner with her family, that he had just been talking shit about, “BY THE WAY HE WAS JUST TELLING HIS WIFE ABOUT HOW FUCKING UGLY HE THINKS YOUR BABY IS. ENJOY YOUR MEAL!!” And then I left š
Edit: I was 19 at the time, and he used the fact that he was a large, loud, angry man to his advantage to try intimidate most of us A. LOT.
When the school I worked at kept under year old babies out in 100F+ heat after I kept begging them to take them inside for their own safety. The owners were healthcare professionalsā¦
Asked for Derby Day off. Someone forgot. Someone else forgot to call in other dishies. I was the only one there. In Las Vegas, Cinco De Mayo, Fight Night and the Kentucky Derby all in the same day. Popular Mexican restaurant. I quit, left and made it just in time for the horses to run. It was my Moms favorite holiday. More important in our house, than Mothers Day.
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When I was 21 years old I accepted what seemed to be a job that would eventually lead to a prestigious position. In fact, it was quite prestigious for someone that was still at university. I felt performance anxiety because my boss would communicate very little, but expect me to know exactly what he wanted. I suspect he wasn’t treated well by his boss and i was sometimes the one to take the hit.
There were times when I had to stay til late and once I saw my boss back at work even though he was supposed to be on vacation. I said I quit my job because I had to finish my degree faster and to take care of some personal things, but now that I’m older and more experienced I admit to myself that that environment wasn’t healthy and shouldn’t be normalized and the true reason why I quit was because I didn’t feel comfortable taking so much crap and working long hours for a shitty pay.
Wage related reasons. Both times, new people were being hired at a rate above what longtime staff was getting. That’s disrespectful. My current workplace has standardized, transparent salaries for all roles
When my approved 2 weeks vacation to help my mother move from the Midwest was turned into a long weekend 2 weeks before it was to start. Silent 2 week notice given, projects finished and told no one. Paycheck hit my bank account and I never returned to work. Spent 3 weeks closing down a 3 story home that has been lived in for 37 years. The work was my therapy. I was much better when I returned to the mid Atlantic to live with my mother in the home we bought together. Conveniently COVID started a month after she moved in.
I heard from friends that he was stunned. No one had ever done that before. It is now called “Doing the BlueXTC”. Recently I heard he gave the owner an ultimatum and is now effectively retired.
When I started having anxiety attacks and feeling like a shell of a person.
The award winning Neuroscientist I assisted blamed me for āmaking her forget she loaned her power cord to a colleague from CA who accidentally packed it and flew back home with it.ā That same week she played YouTube videos for the lab and when she was caught by the department head, you guessed it, blamed me. After the department head dropped by one day and asked where she was and I said āshe told me she was working from home todayā she began to insult me and belittle me until I left my badge on my desk and walked out. She made a lot of mistakes, and treated me and others like shit. Iām shocked she is still a name in her field today.
iāve never had a breaking point. the reason i quit past jobs is because i had better opportunities down the line.
When my boss called me at 9 am on a Sunday morning while I was out at breakfast with my college kids who’d been home for the weekend and about to leave – which she knew.
I didn’t answer, she called again, then texted. Why? She didn’t like how I’d structured the calendar invites I sent out.
It took some time to put the pieces in place, but that’s when I knew I was done.
When I was told how much my hard work was appreciated only to be slapped with about a 4k raise (10%). I was not happy with it. Spoke with my manager and was told ābe grateful since the standard is only 2%ā. Mind you, entry level pay at other companies in the industry was still paying more btw. It was my first big girl job out of college so I stuck around a little bit more. How naive of me to think theyād give me more if I kept up the great work, took on more responsibilities, and answered emails off the clock? That was when I knew I had to leave. It was a dead end job.
Bonus: Not even a year later, the director hit me up out of the blue to offer me the job back with a new salary of 25% more of what the previous one was! So they basically ratted themselves out that they knew they were lowballing me. The audacity!
I got fired from the second job I never applied or asked for from the same owner for asking for Christmas off because I was burnt out working two jobs for her and not getting paid overtime or having any benefits. I quit the other job after I lined up a new job and took a three week vacation right before the pandemic. Then she made me quarantine for 2 weeks so I ended up getting almost all of my PTO she never let me use paid out. I also found a career I like and I will see bad reviews for her business from time to time and I silently cackle.
My hormones were acting up on that particular day lol
When i was crying every morning before work
When my supervisors were talking about popping Xanax to make it through the workday. My mental health had been suffering for months, Iād even tried counseling and I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. When my supervisors were joking about that (and were actually do it!) I realized I didnāt want that to be me. I didnāt want to work in a place that was so damaging to my mental health that Iād have to take medication to be able to do my job. Iām not saying thereās anything wrong with taking medication if you need it but my job should not be creating that for me.
The two worst and most explosive “I’ve had it” ones:
One time the boss lady of a sole proprietorship handed out new employment policies effective 4 weeks hence detailing how our pay would be docked for every error found on documents we produced.
One time the miserable unhappy control freak if an office manager SCREAMED at me in front of the rest of the office that I was wasting my time walking (3 steps) to the copier to grab my printouts and I should just keep typing and wait for other people (who were not asked to do the following) to bring them to me.
I hated waking up in the morning. Would cry on the way to and from work. Zone out while there. Wondering what the point of life wasā¦
I got compassion fatigue and tired of being sworn at
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I was written up for being late bc my sonās bus was late. I was hired with the knowledge I would not leave my house before he got home from school. (I was a single mom)
I was told that i wasnāt being disciplined (performance issues because no one told me my role had changed and what that meant). A month later I was told that I was mistaken and I was being disciplined. I made a long-term plan to get out for good. It took 9 months and I never told them the whole truth as to why I left not just the company, but the entire industry
Management not owning up to their mistakes and putting my safety on the line. When asked to fix said issue they were like āwhat do you want me to do about it?ā Walked out on the spot.
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My boss attempted to publicly bully me, during a staff meeting and everyone saw it. No one said anything but it was like a scene in a movie and āeveryone was too stunned to speakā looking from me to her with darting eyes and mouths agape. I walked out on the spot and got a mental health leave certificate from my GP for the next week. We were already going through the motions of remediation with fair work over a contract violation on their part and boss was obviously shitty over that. So they decided to be childish in public. It was great evidence at the next meeting we had with the lawyers. Meanwhile behind the scenes I had accepted a job to start work somewhere new after the summer break. I had to return to finalise a few things, but I was free.
I was expected to give CPA exams WHILE working busy seasons (14+ hours daily) in a severely understaffed team with our UK based team (5 hours time difference) and travel to office atleast twice a week (4 hours daily commute). Oh and no, we didn’t get extra leaves for the exams.
But my breaking point was when no matter what question I asked my manager, he’d say why haven’t you learnt this already when you’re studying for CPA? So I decided I’ll study and not work for now
When I sat in a meeting fantasizing about walking into traffic, and not in a jokey way.
I got reported to HR for apparently having beef with someone I wasnāt aware I had beef with and because everyone else seemed to know but me it was signed off that I was the problem and they wanted to try and do some kind of corrective plan and I just realized I didnāt need the money enough to deal with a toxic work culture. Since then a bunch of staff have left and they may or may not be getting sued
When I realized I could not even schlep downstairs to my living room to have a zoom Meeting with these people anymore. It was a build up of ethical
Issues I was having with them and I simply couldnāt do it anymore. I quit and decided to retire.
Couldnāt sleep stressing about going to work the next day. Completely unhappy with no work life balance. Started to be a scapegoat for the good old boys club when anything went wrong. Traffic increased to 1.5 hours each way. Day I put in my notice, I had booked a trip and put in PTO, which got approved. One of the guys ended up saying they were gonna be out of the office so they said I couldnāt take off, even though I had already been approved and flights had been booked (was told this 2 days before I was to be off). Put it my notice and told them that my last day could be that day, or Iād give them 2 weeks after I got back from vacation. They opted for the 2 weeks. Took 6 months off after to just decompress and found a work from home job that gives me complete work life balance. Donāt make as much, but my mental health is worth more than what that job paid me.
I just quit my restaurant job of three weeks. Just moved here. Its called a āfamily restaurantā in the name. They wanted servers to pay FULL PRICE for a meal while we were so busy serving the rest of the community- our food will get cold and dead by the time we even get two bites in. Owner also said we as servers have to pay for Call in To Go orders if the caller never comes to pick up their food. The fact that this āfamily restaurantā doesnāt feed the servers who in turn feed the community was a maaaajor greedy red flag. Everything else about the job was tolerable and almost fun. But if im getting shit on for eating a dead piece of buttered toast in the window- and he wants me to pay a whole $2.75 for itā¦.. nah thanks. Im not THAT cheap, but full price while everyone else on staff gets free or heavily discounted meals is a joke- and its all because servers āmake more moneyā. Who cares!? Have you seen what i have to do compared to the rest of the staff?!
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I just quit today so this came at the right time! My 4 year would have been in June and Iāve never had a raise. My breaking point was about a month ago though. I work at a cemetery and my boss texted me to stand outside during our service to guide people to our chapel since they kept going to the unprepared grave site instead. It was raining and I didnāt have a raincoat so I texted him back that perhaps he could order me a company rain jacket that I see other people have. I was using a scarf as a hood at that point. Mind you, I never ask for anything! (Besides a raise that I did not get.) His reply to me when I asked for a company jacket? āYou can use one of the trash bags that we have in the office.ā He didnāt say jk. Didnāt ask for what size I want. Didnāt order one for me at all. I gave my resignation today and he was so pissed. Iām not giving them my 2 weeks, they donāt deserve it. Donāt know why he was surprised. I no longer felt like I was being treated as an equal but instead, Iāve been feeling belittled, lower than everyone else and like a cog in the machine that is the funeral industry. Also, I hate being a topic for office gossip. My office is filled with shit talkers who have no hobbies and although I love working in death care, I need to prioritize my mental health. Iām a 25 year old being bullied by people 30-50 years old, so ridiculous lol. I feel so liberated after giving my notice. I got a new job at a pottery studio and Iāll now be making double what I was making in funeral work. Biggest weight off my shoulders and I can feel myself getting my spark back āØEff that place
My boss (May his soul never rest) used slang in front of my team, a team that I was leader of. I resigned then and there
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A couple weeks ago, the place I worked at switched the radio from classic rock to the same three royalty free songs on loop. It drove me nuts. One fateful night, we stayed open when our POS systems shut down completely. Fine, nothing I havenāt dealt with before. What we didnāt have was a credit card imprinter. We had to resort to cash only and manually calculate tax. For the remaining 6 hours we were open. Needless to say, people werenāt happy and we were clearly losing out on more money by staying open and having customers wait while we counted bills and calculated tax. This in combination with the royalty free music was the breaking point. I wrote my resignation letter on my break.
When moving around my work hours from morning 8-12 to evening 7-11 wasnāt allowed because you take vacation days for that!
But taking your laptop a week to another country on holiday and work from there a full 40 hours (as if they would do that) that was considered a normal work week.
People had expectations to see my face present, so even when we discussed they see my face less, I got calls asking: āwhere the hell I thought I was?ā I was working remote like all the other colleaguesā¦.
Working 7-3 and our day basically being done by 10/11am. Drove me crazy just killing time all day, I fully deep cleaned the store before I realized what a joke of a place it was.
Soon to be for me, but my breaking point is that after years of therapy and people pleasing recovery, I sent ONE dry email to an external clientās agent who has been abusing me (gaslighting me, hanging up on me, etc). It was a kind but no nonsense tone and I got an hour-long talking to by my manager to work on my decorum.
It clicked during my annual review, thatās when I realised no matter how hard I tried, how well received my work was by clients, how much Iād put up being insulted and yelled at, my efforts would never be recognised.
Took me a couple years to psychologically recover from that job but it helped me become stronger and not take nonsense from others.
After a colleague resigned, I was the only person left in my department & was doing all the work. They refused to hire someone to help me, I was having meltdowns every day. I begged for help or support from management, but they always said it was being discussed. I found out they’d also stopped using freelancers to help us and was told that in a meeting (I wasn’t a part of), my management said “we’ll just get u/itspotatotoyousir to do all of it.”
I wasn’t earning enough to afford groceries in the last week before payday. I also couldn’t afford my ADHD medication and they refused to compromise on tiny things that would help me with my executive dysfunction issues. (For context here – I would be hyper-focused working on something, and they would interrupt me to do some minor tasks that weren’t urgent, but they refused to wait for me to finish what I was doing. I suggested multiple solutions of compromises, but they never met me halfway. Not a single time ,no matter how firm I was. They wanted me to do their non-urgent things immediately whenever they wanted. So I’d have to break focus, do their thing that took 5 minutes, and then spend 30+ minutes trying to get back into the first task. Repeat this 5x a day and I was in a state.)
So I decided if they wouldn’t compromise, then they should pay me more. I did all the math, provided resources for average salaries in my position & experience (I was earning 42-80% less than market average), and they said “thanks for the 6 years you’ve worked for us” and offered me 8%.
Again I went to begging them to hire someone to help me. During one meltdown I even said “I should have resigned three years ago.” Since ADHD is considered a disability in my country, I also mentioned that their refusal to pay me enough to afford medication and their refusal to work with me in a way that helped me was ableist. I was told to just deal with it because everyone was feeling the same way as I was. Within 1 month I’d signed a new contract at a new job paying 80% more and sent in my resignation.
Everyone acted shocked.
i cry everyday . im scared for every call that i take. every time i log in i say “i dont want to do this anymore” i dream about it. i hear the phone rings even it’s not existent. i cry and beg in my prayer to land a new job. everytime i hear viber beeps my heart skip a beat
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I was bored. I need a new challenge.
My mental health
Despite doing my best, being told that being promoted was out of the question. Being at the bottom ranks for years has done me mental and emotional damage.
When I was told to not eat during my 36 hour-shift. I was given a choice- either “share” my food with the client`s annoying toddler – meaning she gets all the food and I starve or not to eat at all. Also I injured my neckbones. I was personal assistant to a handycapped lady.
Deleted my extra hours
I was managing a pet store. The store owner told me to restock a flea control product we’d been ordered by the city to remove from our shelves because “they never come back to check.” As the store manager, I knew I would be partially culpable and ‘just following orders’ isn’t a valid excuse, so I quit and found a better job.
Being bottom of the barrel and being treated as such, for a horrible job that I was getting paid peanuts for. It took its toll on my mental health over time, and I ended up leaving work on sick leave because of it. During my sick leave, which was doctor approved, I handed in my notice, so my notice would happen WHILE on my sick leave, so I never had to set foot in that place ever again.
When the grand poobah of the elks lodge came in one night, where I bartended. I donāt know his exact title so I use grand poobah but heās the head of it all.
News was on. A local 8 yo boy had been struck by a school bus and killed.
He said āthatās ok, itās a N word boyā
My jaw fell. Wiped my wet hands on apron , took it off and silently walked out. Never went back, not even for my last check.
I refuse to listen to crap like that. He was 8!!! Jfc!! An accident and no itās not ok and race is not the point. Too afraid I had been working at a white supremacist spot.
Now I think back bc itās been 20+ years .
Still would do the same today. I will never understand why ppl speak out so easily when they feel like that. Did he really think I was going to agree???
A dude telling me I couldnāt go take a piss. Yeah no bruh.
I had to extend my disability leave after a surgery because both of my lungs collapsed during it. My boss told me to come back to work immediately āor else.ā.. in a factory without air conditioning in the middle of summer. Literally a death sentence š I said no and consider this my 2 week notice, because my leave was up in 2 weeks lmao.
My breaking point was not getting a donut. I find this funny now im out of there.
Manager was passive aggressive, with a known history of being a shit manager and causing people to leave and having rotating favourites.
she stood right next to me asking another employee what type of donut they wanted. Ignores me totally. I figure that the higher ups are all getting donuts. Good for them.
Come in the next day, shes holding a company’s worth of donuts. 4 or 5 large boxes worth. Looks me dead in the eyes and goes “oh… did I ask if you wanted a donut? No? Oh, well (other employee) is not here today. You can have hers”
I declined said donut.
This place was the craziest place i ever worked. Managers screaming at each other top of their lungs daily. Massive turn over and understaffed. I had to hold out while my application for a house was being processed. As soon as it cleared, gave my notice.
Oh. Em. Gee.
Everyone else had Terrible jobs!
I sound so spoilt now:
Job 1: Quit because the job wasn’t FUN.
Job 2: Quit because I didn’t like the tasks, or the shift.
Job 3: Quit because I got a new boss. He was a very good boss according to everyone else; did followups and meetings and data-crunching, and gave support and advice. HOWEVER, I prefer being left entirely to my own devices – I see that as a sign of trust. And after nine years being a top performer, I felt I had earned that. So I quit.
Job 4: Am quitting this autumn, because they didn’t allow me to name the machines I repair after dinosaurs. Also they didn’t let me order a hot pink chain for lifting heavy shit. So I’m quitting.
It’ll be fun seeing why I’ll leave job 5 – I haven’t even gotten it yet (it’s a six month process; I’m in month three atm, and may not even get it – won’t know for another three months)
They already DO name their machines (because they are ships…) and I won’t need my own lift-equipment. So maybe it’ll be the fact that they didn’t increase on my pay-request, but offered me Exactly the amount I asked for? That was mean of them – didn’t feel appreciated. They ALSO aren’t paying for my travel to the (multiple) interviews – this irks me greatly!
Clearly I’m a bit of an asshole š
(And there’s obviously more to each story – but boiled down, this is pretty much what it’s like)
When I called my boss out for talking nastily to another woman. Then he went nuts on meā¦. I quit like 3 days later after HR got involved. I worked in HR. What a joke.
Oh this is easy….When I almost fell off a train platform because my night job kept forcing me to stay overtime and I would go home disoriented and lost a block away from my apartment
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I worked at a local nursing home and always picked up shifts for coworkers, then would get mandated to work a double when my replacements wouldnāt show up. I ended up getting sick and did all the work to find a replacement for my shift the next day. She didnāt show up and the manager left me a voicemail asking where I was in a very condescending tone, except she didnāt actually hang up when she thought she did. She left me an additional 4.5 minute conversation between her, the charge nurse, and 2 of my coworkers all talking poorly about me. As if I hadnāt picked up all their shifts last minute and been pulling doubles for 3 straight weeks. I put my scrubs on and arrived about 15 minutes later. They were all smiles and thankful I ādecidedā to come in (as if I wasnāt actually sick)āthat meant one of them wouldnāt have to do a double. I asked the manager and charge nurse to meet me in the common room where the other 2 were. I put the voicemail on speaker phone and let the whole message play. Handed them my badge and keys then said F*** YOU I QUIT!
Edit: It was mid-December and they had me working every single day over both holidays with no days off, most of the shifts were doubles, including overnights. Guess they all had to pick up those shifts!
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mishandling my sexual harassment allegation.
I worked for a small mom & pop market/deli. I had to borderline rip my paycheck from their hands every two weeks. If I didn’t give reminders on the times I would like to pick up my check on pay day, they wouldn’t do them. They kept switching what day pay day was, from Monday’s to Thursday’s to Sundays etc. Also, by the end of the summer I had numerous checks that bounced from them so my bank didn’t want to cash them without holding the check for 3-5 business days. I was getting paid minimum wage and getting paid every 3 weeks was tough, but jobs were slim at the time and I had no other prospects. Any conversation about these issues was met with manipulation about how the business is trying hard to stay afloat and everybody goes through tough financial situations sometimes.
My breaking point was when one of my checks bounced that had the majority of my rent on it and I got served an eviction notice. Luckily, things fell into place quickly and I found a much better job that didn’t give me nearly any headaches like that stupid market lol.
My supervisor and the managing partner are really close friends. A month before I quit, I sent an email to the managing partner after I overheard her telling him about a conversation she and I had that morning, and was blatantly lying about what I said. Iād heard her telling other people in the office things about me and my performance, even though she would tell me how good I was doing in our monthly 1 on 1s. She also had a habit of snatching things out of my hand, texting me on my days off, and would blame me for mistakes she made. After I sent him that email, I knew instantly he was gonna take her side, and started to get the feeling that they were going to fire me. Other people in the office had already told me that she fired the last two people in my position over something petty, so I knew I was gonna be next. In the weeks leading up to my leaving, she was out on vacation for two weeks, and while she was gone, certain tasks that she was supposed to have done, were left up to me to figure out, while also having to completely my regular duties. I was left out to dry and when I expressed my frustrations to her when she came back, she completely disregarded them. I quit that day, and as soon as I left, I got texts from my coworkers that they (supervisor and managing partner) were telling everyone that they were gonna fire me anyway. Glad I didnāt give them the chance to fire me.
First job I quit was working in a supermarket. I got a disciplinary for having three absences in a year. I wouldnāt have minded too much but the attitude of the manger was what tipped me over the edge. He told me I should have come into work after being physically sick on two of the occasions. Like great Iāll handle everyoneās food/groceries whilst potentially infectious.
I requested a day off because I had my 5 year old. My lead said he must have missed it and told me if I didn’t come in I’d be fired. When I mentioned my child, he told me to give her a tablet or something and she can hang out in the break room…for 10 hours. I just never showed up and he had to work the store alone.
I will soon quit when I finish my further education.
My breaking point for deciding to quit soon was like this:
After a hell of a month I texted my vice-boss (a woman in her 40s) “This workload is impossible to hold up. I am completely exhausted and don’t have enough time to finish everything and this will affect our budget”.
She replied almost a week later with “well yeah sometimes there is more work, can’t do anything about it.”
No shit, really? Tell me again about your work experience of 1 year in our team compared to my 6 years. Without me this team is going to collapse and I won’t feel bad about it.
They gave a sub my teaching position because we were so understaffed and they didnāt want him to quit by giving him my (awful) schedule. They never once considered the fact that Iād quit instead.
Covid rules.
I got texted about wanting project updates at like 10pm the night before my fathers funeral
Having two panic attacks in one day
I was working retail around the holidays, and a little kid (around 7-8) was using the racks as monkey bars. when I said “oh honey, don’t play on that”, his response was “go fuck yourself” š
It was a long time ago, but I was working a mall job, and I was pretty good at selling products people could put photos on (mugs, t-shirts, even canvas/fake painting). Every time my manager who was a good friend of mine (from before working at said job) or I would offer a suggestion to make things run smoother or to sell better, they wouldn’t listen to us. And there were MANY other issues going on, so many that my manager, one other employee and I closed the store, left the key in the main office and we never came back. Thirty years later, still no regrets.
I took a a job that started out with a specific job description and after a week they started adding things like you’re now going to be helping this other team to support this other program, then they added another job to be their Company’s HD manager and to purchase equipment for a call center, etc. This is just before we were to begin client support on the job I took on; I was the only person on staff and at a bare minimum they should have had 10 people on rotation. For some perspective, We were to provide 20 hours out of 24 support per day, which included week days and weekends. I had a nervous breakdown from the stress and kinda had to quit.
I’m almost there. I’m standing at the edge. Not ready to jump because I have rent. But every day I’m burned out and depressed. I used to go to the gym every day. I’m lucky I go at all now. My job is physically demanding though; I walk hours on end, many 9 hour shifts. My managers are trash. They threw out a chair in the back so associates can’t sit even for a minute, even on 20 min mandated break. I am a shadow of myself. I don’t know what else to say.
I want to add this: a customer threatened to shoot everyone in the store because he couldn’t do a return. Boss’s response? Next time he comes in, remember to offer good customer service.
True storyĀ
They were only giving me 4 hours a week and refused to keep it set to a specific time.
I worked food service in the cafeteria of another workplace. Our lunch rushes were massive and came in two waves. close to the end of the first wave, all our trash cans were overflowing and spilling out everywhere. I asked my manager to take out trash because the rest of us couldnāt leave the counters.
He pulled me off the counters and yell at me in the back office for daring to tell him what to do. After he was finished. I told him I quit. I grabbed my stuff and left.
I left 4 hours into my 8 hour shift and they paid me for the whole day, so that was pretty cool.
Chest pain, teeth grinding, shorter temper. Iāve been mulling over my decisions and getting my CV ready for a while but I know itās from burnout.
Iāve been with the same employer for 20+ years and while my team and my manager are great, the org values no longer align with mine.
I had an EAP session this week to address the acute burnout symptoms. The real kicker though was my husband telling me (with love) that itās been heartbreaking for him to see the light draining out of my eyes because of my workplace.
I applied for four jobs today. Even if I donāt get them, I can take my long service leave as a payout and get the hell out. No job is worth the conflict or stress Iām feeling. I donāt need it and I definitely donāt want it.