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  • #16
    well I am moving countries so the chances I am coming back to this center are remote, they don't give references anyway.
    "If we refund your money, give you a free replacement and shoot the manager, then will you be happy?" - sign seen in a restaurant

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    • #17
      I never got the chance to have a last day -- I've always quit without notice, so I was gone before I could do anything fun.

      At my current company, my manager took me off the phones on my last day before getting promoted. I think it was because I had a reputation for being a loose cannon even on my good days.
      I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn't care who knew it. -- Raymond Chandler

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      • #18
        My last day at the call center was glorious. They did not record calls. At. ALL. (they do now lol)

        Customer calls and in a demanding tone blurts out "your not gonna put me on hold are you?" My responce was to say "no." then hung up on him.

        One of my co-workers dared me to say "can you hurry this up, I am kinda a big deal here" and I did.
        My sanity has been dripping out of me my whole life, today they turned on the faucet.....

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        • #19
          I wanted to do something horrible on my last day at the gas station as I had been treated like shit there. Instead it ended up being my friend calling me off because the idea of work had me sobbing so hard I couldn't talk. Being the assistant manager meant I could have done some horrible vindictive stuff though. I don't condone that sort of stuff but that's not to say I wouldn't have been really tempted for the bullshit that happened.

          Keep it something fun. Even if you'll never work there again, best to not burn any bridges because you never know where you might encounter others later.
          "Man, having a conversation with you is like walking through a salvador dali painting." - Mac Hall

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          • #20
            I really, really want to do this whenever I leave, punch the owner of this company in the nose. But I know I would never, unless he really, really ticks me off.

            But I may write a letter telling him that I only left because of him. That I would have worked for his father for the rest of my life, but not him.

            He's a liar, a cheat, unfair, horrible judge of character, tells me I don't do enough work, but then can't come up with anything more I should do. Took advantage of my certifications so he abused everyone else who is my subordiante (since I'd be there to bail them out), complained about the work my boss wasn't doing, but never thanks me, or anything for the work still getting done all the time, etc.

            Oh I could write a freaking book.

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            • #21
              I've only had fun leaving a job once. This was when I was leaving Hechinger's. I'd tried to give them 2 weeks notice because I was leaving for school...but I got fired instead. Needless to say, at that point, I no longer cared. I took my good old time running the carts back to the lumber area, took a long break, etc. (What were they going to do, fire me? )

              The other time was at camp. Keep in mind that most of the staff wasn't planning on returning. Also, we'd had several run-ins with the camp director (he ran the entire camp, all 3 divisions) mainly for things that we had no control over. He'd show up to harass the staff over minor things, much to the annoyance of our division's director.

              At the closing banquet, we had some fun at his expense. Not only did we refuse to wear the ugly uniforms, but several of us came equipped with traffic cones on our heads. (Not me, unfortunately...since I couldn't see with a cone on my head. I had to settle for a Toyota hubcap on a piece of twine around my neck.) Anyway, our division director (who wasn't coming back either) thought the entire thing was hilarious.

              But, the best was still to come. Even though I *really* didn't want to head back there the next summer, I went through the interview anyway. Let me tell you, it sucked--I got blamed for several things that went on with running the camp store. Apparently, it was *my* fault that our central office refused to send me items, and also *my* fault that kids weren't buying that crap. Needless to say, I got told to "get lost."

              Now that pissed me off. Imagine my delight when the camp director calls me up...and is *begging* me to come back. And yes, I did tell him what he could do with that job

              It didn't matter anyway...within a few months, I landed a better-paying internship at a bank
              Aerodynamics are for people who can't build engines. --Enzo Ferrari

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              • #22
                This was just related to me by my SO as I sat here reading this most excellent thread. It turns out that one of her classmates from high school got to do this. Over and over and over again. Let's call him Paul. See, he was a really bright kid. S.O. says the smartest she knew, which is saying something, because as far as I can tell she's the smartest dang thing to come out of Tennessee (TN) yet. Except those physicists in Oak Ridge. And Jack Daniels.

                Anyway, Paul had issues applying himself. (Well, actually, he was just lazy and lived to push people's buttons, but anyway.) So, when he stopped attending school regularly his father decided that Paul was going to get a job. His father was the regional manager for a popular family-style restaurant chain. Paul's father informed him that he was starting the following Monday as a line cook. Paul was displeased. Paul embarked upon a quest to get himself fired from every restaurant in his father's region.

                Paul's epic win, in my opinion, came when he played the "P----" game with another cook during dinner rush. He was back in the kitchen, so management could safely ignore his shenanigans back there, so he moved. Greasy spatula in hand, he walked to the center of the restaurant, and screamed, "P----!!!!!" loud and long. Think "Sparta". Yea, he got fired. It was the second to last one on his list.

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