I worked at a horrible restaurant almost 30 years ago run by an obnoxious Spanish man who would not let you have butter for bread, and once when a guest sat on his crappy plastic chair and it broke turned around and put it on his bill. He would follow you around and fuss at you for stupid things, and he liked to follow one waiter named Ken around and criticize his table wiping. "Meestar Ken, that ees not how you do it, first you spray, DEN wipe".

Finally he did this one too many times, and Ken looked at him and said "get fucked you fat Spaniard, I already got a new job", and left just before the dinner rush.

I was sent to another country overseas for (initially) one month (they made it two in the end, deciding for it a day before I was coming back). They noticed me about it one week before the depart.

While I was abroad, working my ass 14 hours a day, 6-7 days a week, I was contacted by a headhunter. I explained them the situation and they understood it. They planned an interview for the first day after my (supposed) return.

When my employer decided to keep me there for another month, I had to contact the headhunter, explain it and they rescheduled without issues.

I came back and, as pissed as I was, went to the interview and nailed it. Few days (and interviews later), I had a new job. By then, my current job knew nothing (yet), I was about to give my notice when something happened:

Right before lunch, my then manager, calls everyone and starts a speech saying there's "some people" who are lately lacking will and enthusiasm because, and I quote, "they clock in at exactly 8 am and clock out at 5pm without caring if there's other people still working". That was directed at me because I was pissed and started to simply follow my shift to the second. He continued rambling about how there's people who don't deserve to work there and other indirect attacks that clearly had my name on them.

I was going to give my two weeks notice that day, personally, to my boss, but the "meeting" got me so pissed that I decided to be pety about it:

Here, you can, instead, notify the ministry of employment online about your two weeks notice and they send an official notice to the employer in your place.

The boss found about it the same day he called me to offer me a raise. It goes without saying but he wasn't happy about the notice. He sent me home and told me to never come back. I took my stuff, went home and enjoyed my free days until I started on my current job.

This is how I left my first job. Literally the day I planned to hand in my notice, I had an email from the secretary of my boss's boss. Big meeting with lots of management - also a pre-meeting beforehand to chat. I waited until management went over in the big meeting that we were deep in the shit, but Forgottengoldfish is going to go over there and fix everything.

"Um, well - I can do a few things in the next two weeks."

Next job tripled my salary - never looked back.

Hey he worked hard planning how to best exploit your labor at least listen.

I once interrupted a conversation where I was about to be promoted in order to give my 2 weeks' notice.

Zero regrets, 10/10, would do it all over again.

My favorite no-notice rage quit (tho I’ve done it several times) was when I worked for a call center dealing with big money warranty stuff. People frequently tried to get the warranty extended to cover whatever, even though it was an extremely generous warranty anyway. My mom had died a few months prior, and of course I got the minimum legally acceptable bereavement time. Three days I think. Maybe a week.

On her birthday, I had to work, and I fielded a call by someone who was giving me some sob story about how she couldn’t possibly have followed up on the warranty in the last three years since the problem started because her dad had a stroke. They were now two years outside of the warranty period, and this was the first contact we ever had with them.

I was like look, my mom died a few months back and you know what I did the next day? I paid my bills like an adult because they were due. Today would have been her birthday, and I have to work because that’s what adults do. If you can’t get your shit together in three damned years, you deserve to pay to fix it yourself. Get bent and don’t try to guilt trip people when you don’t know what they are dealing with.

I hung up on her as she stammered some objection, logged out of everything, took my badge and parking pass, slammed them on my supervisors desk, said “you’ll probably want to review my last call.” And walked out. That call wasn’t why I quit, but it was the catalyst.

My last week at one employer saw me sitting in an empty cubicle all week because they took my gear. So I called up my new boss, told him I could start early (remotely). Next day I had a laptop and docs to read while I waited out the week.

Isn't it odd that you can be fired immediately for any reason (in America, anyway) with disastrous financial consequences; but if you don't give a two-week notice you risk not getting recommended for future jobs?

I posted about this last week :

https://lemmy.world/post/42963753/22068707

reminds me of the time I went on sabbatical just around the timeframe of the annual reviews.

I went into the meeting with my manager, let him know I fixed the automations I committed to fixing, and that I wasn’t coming back after my holiday, and that I was going on a sabbatical. His face was blank, silent and still for a bit, and felt like in his mind he had a stack of paper he was going to talk about, which he then threw into the air.

Felt good man.

Don't worry this year will have Amadioh Chess in it which would make it one of the best years humanity has ever been in history for