Ever just get up and leave a job you hated?

No, I imagine doing it every day driving to work, but I like having a roof over my head and regular meals.

I find all jobs get tedious after a while. My only real hope is to win or inherit a lot of money.

Yep.

Worked for a crowd in Sydney called attic suckers (yeah they still exist)

Basically they sucked old insulation, dust, dirt and general crap out of people's attics from a truck that was equipped with a big fcuk off tank on its back, (like a rigid oil tanker)

It was Jan in Sydney, (high 30s) the job involved removing a tile or two to gain access to the attic, then hoovering up dirt and crap in a cramped area with a dust mask on for prolonged periods,.

It was hot, it was Dirty, it was Australia where all sorts of things that could kill you lurked in attics and dark places, and apart from that, the boss was one of the greatest tossers God ever hung balls on.

Anyway, stuck it for a few weeks until one day, around 11 I just decided I was doing it no longer.

I had been paid that morning, so with a pocket of cash and only a few hours work that day that I hadn't been paid for in decided to get the fcuk out of the place. Caught a bus into kingscross and drunk cold beer in a 'skimpy bar" the rest of the day.

Best decision ever.

I've left two jobs I hated without anything lined up, but never just up and left or burnt bridges. Handed in my notice and worked out my remaining time.

yep, best feeling ever when your manager's a prick and i'd do it again

spent me last quid on a lottery ticket,
won 50 quid and told the bank to stick it

Kitchen porter and my main tasks were carrying food slobs out to the pig farmer, emptying bins, washing floors and standing over a sink scrubbing pots for a 12 hour shift. Me a slim 9 stone skinny lad and the barrells of waste food weighed more then I did. The pig farmer would just watch me struggling and never help. :mad:

And abusive managers and a head chef that would throw pots at me.

For the princely sum of 2.50 punts an hour

Came in for my 3pm to 1am shift and got bawled out of it by the manager in front of guests and arrived in the kitchen to find a stack of pots with the two other porters doing fook all from 7am to 3pm shift.

Walked out and rang in to quit.

God bless Mary Harney and the national minimum wage. In my next ****ty job I jumped from 2.50 punts per hour to €7.65. I won't hear a bad word against her!