Never had to "flounce" out of anything...
...but there have been times when I have quit in a less than graceful manner, and was very nearly pushed before I had the sense to jump.

While working in a pharmacy I was consistently annoyed by the fact everyone constantly whinged about the massive Rx backlog yet wouldn't actually shift their arses and stop gossipping instead of working. I was also slightly troubled by restricted sales meds being left on the "pick your own" shelves (which is petty but still illegal and bothersome when I have to pick up the mess!). The shop was constantly left in a shit state as was the counter area, and nobody but me did a damn thing about it.

Then we had the supervisor who would constantly tell me to do jobs about 2 hours after I'd already completed them, bollock me for not doing things her way when my way yelided the same or better results 10x faster, and generally lock horns with me at every opportunity for the sake of it. Does not volunteering to make everyone a cuppa in the morning count as "not being a team player"? Apparently so. I could go on for hours about the sheer lack of professionality and how five-star useless everyone was, but it's just not that funny. Except for the look on Super's face when I told her that if she wanted a tea boy she should've fucking advertised for one, and to make her fucking own. But you'd have had to be there.

So anyway, I decided I'd had enough and had arranged to bugger off back down south. On my last day I arrive at work, nobody with keys bothers to turn up until gone 9:30. Massive queue of customers and me, and it's wet. THEY can fuck off to another chemist down the road... I wish I could have done the same. Bad start. I'm soaked and fucked off. I enter the shop, and not only had the stupid fucking cow who had to finish the stock counting manage to zero pretty well every item in the shop (inventory is now massively out), but I get blamed for it. Yeah, I should've stayed an hour after finishing yesterday to make sure it was done right, so partially my fault.

The final straw that day was discovering that yet again, the entire order had been fucked up and we had boxes of shit with nowhere to put them, and what HAD been merchandised was all to hell and very untidy. I snapped. Picking up a bottle of codeine linctus about 20 feet from where it should've been, I let out an enraged yell and fling the fucking thing right into dispensary and watch it shatter on the wall. I then proceed to act as if nothing had happened and stand quietly behind my counter waiting for a customer to serve. Nobody said a single word to me for the rest of that day. However, I still got a great ref. from the manager (who I actually got on with) and my full holiday pay! Fuck knows how that worked out.

I have another but in the interests of not boring everyone totally shitless I'll save it for a future post (which may include explosives, whiskey, poker and fire!)
(keyboardman, Sun 25 May 2008, 19:24, Reply)