Quitting a job on the first day/week

Beechwoodspark wrote: »

Genuinely think he chickened out of coming back so got daddy dearest to show up

He was fairly obnoxious. We as working bar staff were beneath him, immature attitude.

The brief conversation I had with him he mentioned he wanted to get into dinosaur animation!

Still remember it as was so random

Ya know yerself the type - wouldn’t work to warm himself.

I know the type. I worked on the sites years ago laboring to 2 or 3 block layers, tough work but I enjoyed it. we had a lad working with us one summer, he was just after finishing school, useless lazy git. I remember I was busy working (he was just standing there watching us work) and asked him to put the kettle on, he was so lazy that I had to eventually go and do it myself after half an hour.

Tom Mann Centuria wrote: »

I lasted a day and a half at Milton Keynes council tax debt collection office. Was shown to a computer, and never spoken to again, by anyone! I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing, so Tuesday lunchtime I just went for lunch and never went back.

I did much the same about 20 years ago. Lasted a bit longer though. Almost three months. I’d decided I should get a ‘proper’ office job with a large life assurance company. Turned up on the first day and the person who was to induct me wasn’t in. I got gradually forgotten about and managed to somehow flip between the cracks. The woman I was supposed to be working for left, and everybody else presumed I was busy at something. One day after lunch I forgot to tag back in on the electronic system. I thought the game was up and I’d have to answer to somebody. Nada. I asked one of the lads and he told me the system worked on benefit of the doubt. If you remembered to clock out at the end of the day, it’d presume an oversight and automatically fill in the blanks. My pattern became: arrive and click in at 9, clock out for lunch at 12:30, pop back in st 6pm to sign off for the day. Used to spend 12:30-6 hanging out with mates, having coffee, and exploring 2nd hand book and record shops.

Decided to head off travelling a few months in and just left the work ID on my desk when I headed off one afternoon.

endacl wrote: »

I did much the same about 20 years ago. Lasted a bit longer though. Almost three months. I’d decided I should get a ‘proper’ office job with a large life assurance company. Turned up on the first day and the person who was to induct me wasn’t in. I got gradually forgotten about and managed to somehow flip between the cracks. The woman I was supposed to be working for left, and everybody else presumed I was busy at something. One day after lunch I forgot to tag back in on the electronic system. I thought the game was up and I’d have to answer to somebody. Nada. I asked one of the lads and he told me the system worked on benefit of the doubt. If you remembered to clock out at the end of the day, it’d presume an oversight and automatically fill in the blanks. My pattern became: arrive and click in at 9, clock out for lunch at 12:30, pop back in st 6pm to sign off for the day. Used to spend 12:30-6 hanging out with mates, having coffee, and exploring 2nd hand book and record shops.

Decided to head off travelling a few months in and just left the work ID on my desk when I headed off one afternoon.

That's fantastic.

Whn I grow up I want to be like you.

It's just like Office Space.

Took a job with an agency in galway city in a metal fab workshop about 15 years ago when i was stuck. I was the only Irish lad there the rest were 30 eastern Europeans all of them dog ignorant rough characters 90% working away with a fag in their gobs. We were trying to fill a big contract to make steel beds for the prison service. I was stuck filling down the beds to make sure there were no sharp bits that could cause injury. That's all i was to do. The "canteen" had no water, 1 kettle, a broken microwave, a broken toaster, no table or chairs just a triple airline seat ripped out of an airplane thrown in the corner for us to sit on. I lasted 3 days. Agency rang me 4th morning wondering where I was I told them to go and fcuk themselves that they forgot to mention the gulag conditions.

the purple tin wrote: »

I remember a young lad who got the boot before he had even started.
The boss was on his wayin on the Monday morning and caught him smoking a joint outside and sent him packing.

Man that takes so much balls to do I would be tempted to keep a fella like that on my crew!

A lot of stoners say it's good to go in baked your first day so the boss just thinks your eyes always look like that!

endacl wrote: »

I did much the same about 20 years ago. Lasted a bit longer though. Almost three months. I’d decided I should get a ‘proper’ office job with a large life assurance company. Turned up on the first day and the person who was to induct me wasn’t in. I got gradually forgotten about and managed to somehow flip between the cracks. The woman I was supposed to be working for left, and everybody else presumed I was busy at something. One day after lunch I forgot to tag back in on the electronic system. I thought the game was up and I’d have to answer to somebody. Nada. I asked one of the lads and he told me the system worked on benefit of the doubt. If you remembered to clock out at the end of the day, it’d presume an oversight and automatically fill in the blanks. My pattern became: arrive and click in at 9, clock out for lunch at 12:30, pop back in st 6pm to sign off for the day. Used to spend 12:30-6 hanging out with mates, having coffee, and exploring 2nd hand book and record shops.

Decided to head off travelling a few months in and just left the work ID on my desk when I headed off one afternoon.

Ah wow you really won the lottery of life there! If we should all be so lucky

Was door-to-door for one of the electric companies, but lasted about two days after meeting nothing but rejection at every door. Soul-destroying, although my daily step count was excellent.

The warning signs were there when I arrived for my interview, when the interviewer to get the dates mixed up and left me waiting in a hotel like a gombeen without even making an effort to let me know.

Training essentially consisted of us getting a photo taken for the lanyard yoke we wore and given a jacket. We weren't taught any sales techniques, only that we needed to know the unit price. One fella left a steady job in a phone shop under the premise that he'd be given a company car and a management position, was told during initiation that he wasn't, and didn't come back the next day. Another new recruit arrived a few hours late on the first day and he was either drunk or mentally challenged, but either way not someone you'd want representing your company.

I was literally thrown into the deep end as I had zero experience. As despondent as it was, I kept telling myself it can only get better. That one sale will kick-start a flurry. But the straw that broke the camel's back was on day two when an elderly lady came to the door, revealed that she previously was a customer but had switched provider a year earlier, because the company were basically a nightmare to deal with and their meter didn't even work properly (they never called technicians out to sort issues). She was left with the old meter and they never bothered to collect it or anything.

Took a late lunch, wrote a resignation letter, and drove straight down to an inter-county match.

Have never looked back since.

I did once. As a desperate student looking to make ends meet i applied for a job in a restaurant in Belfast. Unfortunately in my haste I hadn't realised the place was owned by Loyalists. During the shift I overheard the owner and barman call me a Southern cünt. Decided not to go back after that.

***Now This is how you Quit a Job***

The least amount of time I lasted in any job was a month in Pizza Hut...so slightly better than one day/week. It was my first job. The staff and management were just cunts, and that's putting it politely. One girl in particular was just unbelievable. Every time I asked her about a task, she'd huff and puff, call me all sorts of names and reluctantly...VERY reluctantly, show me what to do. She was so deeply unpleasant to deal with, I dreaded having to ask her anything. The management, all little Hitler types in their 30's, were just as appalling. The owner of the franchise was an Indian bloke who wouldn't even shake my hand when I offered it.

I handed in my notice and, basically, fucked off to the dole. Life is just waaaaay too short to put up with that nonsense in any workplace. I made a vow to myself that I would NEVER work in the service industry ever again.

Any other job I had, I only left when I was made redundant or the company was bought out.

Tony EH wrote: »

The least amount of time I lasted in any job was a month in Pizza Hut...so slightly better than one day/week. It was my first job. The staff and management were just cunts, and that's putting it politely. One girl in particular was just unbelievable. Every time I asked her about a task, she'd huff and puff, call me all sorts of names and reluctantly...VERY reluctantly, show me what to do. She was so deeply unpleasant to deal with, I dreaded having to ask her anything. The management, all little Hitler types in their 30's, were just as appalling. The owner of the franchise was an Indian bloke who wouldn't even shake my hand when I offered it.

I handed in my notice and, basically, fucked off to the dole. Life is just waaaaay too short to put up with that nonsense in any workplace. I made a vow to myself that I would NEVER work in the service industry ever again.

Any other job I had, I only left when I was made redundant or the company was bought out.

Absolutely, especially when you can get almost as much money for being on the PUP in some cases. The pandemic really put things into perspective.

gerrybbadd wrote: »

Had worked all my life since i was 15, and was made redundant, so was pretty desperate for a new job, and as luck would have it, I managed to bag a plumbing apprenticeship, to start on the Monday after the Factory i had been working in shut down. Amazing.

During the "interview", the plumber who would be training me seemed absolutely lovely, real fatherly type of character.

Started anyhow, and Jesus, it was like a personality transplant. One ignorant bastard. He used to love to lecture people - I got it for 20 minutes on the first morning for rubbing my eyes!

There was no actual training. You'd be brought to a place, told what to do, and just were expected to know how to do it, and he'd just disappear off in the van, to collect us all again at 6pm. Or you'd be told to do one thing, and when you'd be in the middle of doing that, get roared at and told to do something else, all the while being insulted or called stupid.

I was working with young lads, general apprentice age, but I was 24 at this stage, and i wasn't going to take that kind of abuse for anyone. Especially for 12 hour days, 6 days a week. And the odds of doing plumbing work depended as well. You could just as easily be sent to his farm to go farming for the day, and the week after i left, his apprentices were all put to work re-reoofing his house.

I left after a week

Hopefully the roof caved in on the miserable twat.

Never quit on the first day/week but I did get a job and not turn up on the first day.

Well over 20 years ago and waiting exams results so I was looking for some easy job to see me through a 4-5 month period.

I ended up applying for this awful door to door sales thing tryng to get people to sign up to donate to charity. 100% commission based which I don't think was even legal. It was £5.00 per sign up but if you got no sign up you got £0.00. I spent an entire day (unpaid) 'training' shadowing a guy to see how it worked.

Went home that weekend and it dawned on me over a few drinks: "Like eff I am spending 8-10 hours a day knocking on door asking for bank details."

Didnt turn up on the Monday morning. Mobile going mental all day with them ringing me- refused to answer. Went off to a call center for a few months.

Awkwardly a few weeks later I got into a lift at a shopping centre and the very guy who had been ringing me was in the lift before me. We recognised each other but said nothing- a very very awkward stoney silent lift journey with just the two of us followed. "Please please please hurry up"