Sadly, I've only been in the one job...
I hate my job. Fish counter. It's fucking awful. Anyway, I've spent many a happy hour fantasizing about how I could quit...

I could, after a particularly long shift, bile boiling in my gut, inform some sanctimonious stain of a customer who's trying to tell me that salmon is trout, "I'm sure we've got some more upstairs, let me go and check." Walk out the back, up the stairs, through the corridor, down the stairs and out the front door into the street... never to be seen again.

I've always wanted to make a Big Art Attack out of the fish too. One enormous mackeral made of fish... :)

I've always wanted to get into a row with a customer and lead the argument to the point where they say "You do it because it's your job!!", then I could throw my fishmonger's hat into their face and say "Not anymore it ain't, fuck you!"

I'd also like to do the same thing but with my bitch of a manager.

Finally, I love the way Jimmy Cooper quits his job in Quadrophenia, I'd love to make that speech to my boss, it would be sooooo fucking sweet to see the look on her face.


EDIT - Tell a lie, I did do 5 weeks at W H Smith once. I quit that by trying to hand my badge and locker key to the manager, but they wouldn't take it, so I kept both. On the way out I gave my number to the blonde with the big tits I worked with. Turned out to be a vacuous moron, so I dodged her by getting my friend Martin to don the character "Martina" and send her texts saying "You stay away from my boyfriend you bitch" and stuff. Worked a treat. :)
( MeekMan Trying to reinvent the toaster since, Fri 23 May 2008, 0:24, closed)