Walking out of work

[Private Custard]

Workers with no manager have a better chance of keeping any business afloat than a manager with no workers.

I like that, I'm gonna go ahead and store it in the memory bank for a rainy day!

 

[A BigCup of Tea]

Does it count if you think it every day? No? Well, I'll just tell you about my worst day then.

I work for a company that drives certain people to and from home/hospital/activity center/school.
The work it mostly gratifying, but some of those people are double-manned.
Meaning their condition can make them violent and prone to outbursts, of any kind.
They usually have an escort or 2-3-4 people each from their school/activity center escorting them to the car.

On my worst day, We drove 2 such persons at the same time, in the same car, for ...some..time.. through heavy traffic.
And I was meant to watch them alone, since my colleague is, of course, driving.
They must have their seat-belts on ( several preferably ) and remain seated.
My job is to see that happens, and prevent them from unbuckling their seat-belts and move around or attack the driver.
It is not uncommon to be spit at, vomited on, screamed to, kicked, bitten, scratched, punched, etc.
Now then, these two also hate each-other as well. To make a long story shorter, I ended up wrestling both of them for over 30 minutes, in a driving car, with all sorts of sharp edges and what not.

And I never know if this day or the next will include such a driving again. ,)


EDIT: You also asked what I did in response to it.
I, ..filed a report. As per standard guidelines.
Yup, really needed that work just then (was still on probation, is that the right word?).

While I don't do the driving/escorting part I used to look after children/young adults on day's out during the school holidays so I know how you feel, some days can be absolutely fine and then the next....you're looking after a 6 foot 5 16lb 17 year old and getting the fuck beat out of you.

OT: I walked out of my job at burger king as I just couldn't deal with the idiot customers
<spoiler=just in case you fancy a read> A guy came in with two children and ordered two kids meals and two whopper meals a some chicken balls on their own, it took him 20-30 minutes to eat just the meals (they were large size) once he started on the chicken balls he came up and complained that they were cold and asked for a full refund on all four of the meals and the chicken balls, needless to say I got into an argument with him and eventually told my manager to deal with him and walked out never to return (I had also been dealing with similar cases throughout the week but that was the tipping point)

 

[Evil Smurf]

I've come close to walking out multiple times.
I've been working in the same place now for over 7 years as a supervisor and my boss still doesn't believe I know how to do the job (thankfully it's not just me. She feels she is the only competent one in the entire building). My assistance manager is a forty year old cradle robber who doesn't even know how to use an ordering gun and all my associates are fresh out of (or at times still in) highschool males who have no sense of responsibility. After doing the same tasks over and over with little to no respect given back it becomes frustrating.

I suppose I can't complain however. I make $13 an hour for part time work and in my town, there really is few other places of employment. Just have to wait until college is over I suppose.

Aldi in Australia pays $21.5 an hour. I'd move.

 

[Ziggy109]

I came very, very close to walking out at my last job. I worked at a fast food restaurant in a mall food court, and it was pretty awful aside from a few people. My favourite person to work with was easily my supervisor (the only other guy working there), but after I had been there for about a year he took a few months off for paternity leave. And oh man, those were the worst few months of my life. The worst part of it was how he worked the closing shift, which was easily the worst shift to work there, and when he was gone the manager and other supervisor decided to just drop the closing shifts on me. But whatever, I could live with closing shifts, right?

No, because it got worse. He had been a pretty strict supervisor, and always made sure people got things done. Without him, some things just didn't get done. So many days I would show up at 5 to a mountain of garbage, empty freezers and coolers, and everyone would instantly leave and expect me to do everything. Just for the record, since we were in a food court, we didn't have an adjacent stock room. Our stock room with our walk-in freezer and all that was up a flight of stairs and down a hallway. Being the only guy there at the time, none of the girls wanted to get stock. None. For no reason other than the fact they were female. So, let me get this straight. They expected me to prepare food for customers, wash dishes, do prep, take out the garbage, and stock all the freezers/coolers... while working alone... because the girls I worked with were lazy. Don't get me wrong, I'm not sexist -- some of the girls there worked very hard and were awesome to work with. I understood that a few of them literally could not get stock on account of being about 100 pounds lighter than me and barely an inch over five feet tall, but the majority of them were very, very able to do the job.

I got fed up one particularly brutal night where I had to stay an hour past schedule and left my manager a surprisingly calmly-worded note asking for some help during my shifts, since things didn't get done the day. The next day when I showed up for the first day shift in weeks, she essentially told me I was being lazy and that the other people who closed on the days I had off had better service times than me and did a better job closing. She then handed me keys to the stock room and told me to fetch some stock, because the three people who had been there for a few hours already couldn't be assed to, apparently. I went upstairs, kicked a hole in a box, raged for a bit, and seriously considered just walking the fuck out and leaving them hanging.

In retrospect, I think the only reason I didn't march out that day was because my roommate was one of my coworkers, and I really did not want to hear her ***** and whine about being made to actually work if I left. Needless to say, as soon as my supervisor was back from parental leave things got much, much better around there.

Nonetheless, a few months into university I got sick of the job and put in my two weeks notice, saying I was going to join up with the reservist regiment in my city. The exact day I handed in my application papers, my art history professor offered me a job as her research assistant. I jumped on it in a heartbeat. The work is much easier, much more fun, and pays a lot better.

... Never ever working fast food again.

 

[ShipofFools]

I work at home, no idea how I can walk out. Plz send help.

 

[Bat Vader]

While I have never considered actually walking out there have been times I wanted to quit. I work as a dishwasher at a retirement home and while I do generally enjoy my work there is one person that I and most everyone else can't stand working with.

Thing is I have both Rheumatoid Arthritis and Osteoarthritis in my both my feet, knees, elbows, few fingers, and the left side of my jaw. Naturally I am going to be slower than everyone else but I make up for it with hard work and my good work ethic. That isn't good enough for her though. It doesn't matter what I am doing she always complains to me about how slow I am.

Luckily though she is going to be leaving in October though so I am just counting down the months until that glorious day comes and I don't have to put up with her crap anymore.

Eventually I do want to get out of there though and find something better.