Because I did. And today, I quit. And it felt wonderful. Didn't have to burn any bridges, left on good terms, and it was the last day of my two weeks notice. I'm immensely relieved.

So, who's got stories to tell? Spill em! Let's hear about all the horrible things we've done for money!

I used to work for my dad....

Never again!

Assassin for hire and mercenary in Bolivia.

Nah just kidding!

Current job isn't that great, but from what my friends tell me, it beats working retail and tech support. (those would drive me to kill )

I'll preface this with the fact that I'm young.

So far my jobs are decent at first. Take into account I say decent but they are retail jobs. I learn to dislike them over time.

Oh yes. I have a job I hate, alright...

Nah, never had a job I hated. Glad to hear you got out of yours.

Currently I'm sitting quite pretty, 50 days paid leave a year, discount on the mortgage, 15 months of salary a year, good pension fund. And, although it is shift work, the job does allow for plenty of time to study (paid for) and watch movies and hang around on the net.

DSL support center back when it was new. So terrible. They gave you about a 20% bonus just for showing up two weeks straight and almost nobody ever got it.

I've always been lucky in never doing jobs i hate.

I've walked out of a few very early on, i'd rather be skint than unhappy.

The only job i disliked was being a high school teacher but that wasn't the job so much as the bureaucracy around it. I actually liked teaching and working in schools. I hated the teaching kids to 'tick boxes' to get c grade passes

Im lucky in that at school i got work experience that led to a job on a local paper, loved that.

At uni i worked for the entertainments team and DJ's , organised events and put bands on, loved that too.

Short stint in the army (light role infantry) which i adored until i broke my back.

Then GW head office in publishing and events for UK studio... that was wicked.

Then teaching assistant, loved that

Then teacher, that was less cool, lot of hours, lot of bull.

Then for the last eight years or so i've been back in journalism and writing for a living. Mainly editing and writing for airsoft and hobby magazines and the occasional bits of 'colour text' (or fluff as some people call it) for wargames rulebooks.

So not so much jobs i've hated , just jobs i loved.

Then again like i say i've walked out of tons that seemed crap on day one.

I am not as old as some but, I am old. I have had plenty. My very first job was in Security and Law Enforcement.

For Security I guarded a ware house with around 2,000 workers. We had 4 Officers on the 3rd shift (4-midnight)(including myself). We were that severly understaffed. I was working 72 hours of overtime to compensate for the lack of Officers. I was the only Medical Officer on Staff for the entirety of all 4 shifts (we had one other but, they were a cripple so no help). To compound my issues the Client themselves had no Emergency Evacuation Plans, No Chemical Data Sheet (for the hazardous materials), the Cameras never worked right (forcing me to manually check everything), workers stealing stuff all the time, and the Client was ALWAYS looking for a chance to get us fired.

When I quit, I told the company who Contracted the Client everything. It never went anywhere because that company didn't have anyone who knew the Contractor. Nor did they have a proper phone number listed for me to call. Not hard to guess who that company was.. Walmart.

That was back when I started College and I was desperate for funds, not knowing what I would get myself in to. Later on as I picked up more hours in Criminal Justice, I started doing Community Resources. I told all the kids about 911, informed neighborhoods of the services they get with their local law enforcement and things of that nature.

After awhile I went through the funds I saved up from the first Security job so I picked up another one hoping it wouldnt be as bad. I was so wrong. I picked up a Security gig that actually had a decent amount of Officers but, a terrible command system, and the rules wern't clear.

The equivalent of a Sergeant was once removed from his post in the past because he acted creepy towards women. The Lieutenant acted like he was hot stuff, and the main Boss just wanted me gone. The Client had some policies and rules in place so that was clear to me. What wasn't clear is what my boss did and didn't want me to enforce.

My first time being in serious trouble was when I saw a dog walking around the property. The policy stated no animals allowed unless it was a service animal. Not seeing a vest (with markings or I.D tags) I casually walked up, introduced myself, and welcomed the lady to the area. I told her she had a nice dog, and asked what it was trained for. She smiled, and told me all about it. I learned it was an "emotional support dog". Knowing it was B.S but, protected by the Federal Law I wished her a good day and left. The next day I get called in to the Office for that (because the lady complained).

The Lieutenant was mad as hell and asked what was I doing. I reached in to my uniform pocket to pull out a wad of paper (it was like 10 sheets of laws I printed from the internet). I took the one out related to Service Animals. He looked at it, and told me "I have been Security for 20 years. I don't deserve this". Funny enough not less than 2 days after that, our training manually gets updated, WITH THE EXACT SAME PAGE I GAVE HIM.

A few days after that I got busted because my hat wasn't on. I was off to the side trying to fix it because it broke right around the rim. Didn't matter that I was trying to fix it because I was told "you should of called it in". I was sitting there like how was I suppose to know to call that in? Seems lame to call that in. That was the same day I had an ear infection. My boss got mad at me on the way to the office because I had a "raised tone". No ****! I can't hear anything.

Go figure it only took a day for me to get yelled at again. This time it was because my hand wasn't working right (part of my disability). I was called in to respond to a serious crash. There was blood every where. Knowing I couldn't write all the information down in my condition, I asked the Police Officer present if he could do it for me. The Police Officer helped but, it didn't matter. Apparently I was suppose to write it, not have someone do it for me.

The final straw was over a vehicle on the property. It was parked, keys in the ignition and running. I noticed it about 5 minutes before rotation. I have always had high morals so what did I do? I asked one of the Police Officers that patrol on the property if they could do something about it. That Officer complained saying "we don't normally get asked to deal with something like this". That complaint went to my boss, and boom done for.

Long story short? My first jobs sucked and only lasted less than a month. Whats worse? Everything that happened back then, is effecting me now. I can't get a Security Job because those companies talk bad about me anytime they get a call from a job I apply for.

I am not as old as some but, I am old. I have had plenty. My very first job was in Security and Law Enforcement.

For Security I guarded a ware house with around 2,000 workers. We had 4 Officers on the 3rd shift (4-midnight)(including myself). We were that severly understaffed. I was working 72 hours of overtime to compensate for the lack of Officers. I was the only Medical Officer on Staff for the entirety of all 4 shifts (we had one other but, they were a cripple so no help). To compound my issues the Client themselves had no Emergency Evacuation Plans, No Chemical Data Sheet (for the hazardous materials), the Cameras never worked right (forcing me to manually check everything), workers stealing stuff all the time, and the Client was ALWAYS looking for a chance to get us fired.

When I quit, I told the company who Contracted the Client everything. It never went anywhere because that company didn't have anyone who knew the Contractor. Nor did they have a proper phone number listed for me to call. Not hard to guess who that company was.. Walmart.

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Long story short? My first jobs sucked and only lasted less than a month. Whats worse? Everything that happened back then, is effecting me now. I can't get a Security Job because those companies talk bad about me anytime they get a call from a job I apply for.

I understand all too well. I just left a security position. Every one of us undercover people found the whole experience absolutely miserable. At first, it wasn't so bad. I was ecstatic when we caught our first emezzlement on our very first day. But as it went on over the last 6 months, it just turned to bantha poodoo.

I worked in retail and learnt to hate customers as all retail workers do, then I moved into the stockroom because all the other guys in there quit because the manager was a man hating witch who made their lives hell.

Her attitude didn't fly with me though and she soon learnt not to push it or 20kg of weighs would become airborne, it's amazing how spineless managers become when they see you howling in rage.

Really got me in touch with my inner beast that job, burnt the nice guy right out of me.

Death holds no fear for I've worked retail at Xmas.

Every Christmas most of us from GW uk studio would go and help out in a retail store for a week to just lend a hand and keep a perspective of what the lads on the frontline did on a day to day basis.

I always used to work at Plaza in london so i could go back and see old mates

I quite enjoyed it but then i knew it was only for a week and i was choosing to do xmas season retail

I'd like to think working retail in a gamestore is better than in your average store, but I might be wrong about this.

Anyone had weird experiences with customers at their local gamestore?

I don't hate my job per se, I'm a pretty social person and am good with people but there are times when customers can be so odd. I read a quote today about how I sometimes feel about it: "Imagine that customers are a race of people unto themselves. Now imagine you're a huge racist."

There's also this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMZkukOB8Ig

It's interesting how our various jobs can be perceived by others. I had a great marketing job which required quite a bit of international travel to some very cool locations. It was just airports, taxis, offices, taxis, meetings, taxis, hotels, airports, taxis, offices, taxis, etc. The mates thought it was best ever and constantly asking "Where are you going next week?" Sadly, I have filled multiple passports but never really experienced a lot of the countries I had been to. For example, been to Beijing several times yet never seen the Great Wall.

I quit that job and moved to Japan for 6 months (ended up staying 5 years) worked in a soul destroying Conversation School for 2 of them.

My current job is not the best, but it is compensated by a nice salary, paternity-leave, and the possibility to work at home.

Fun thing is the entire job shall change next yaer due to the implementation of a new law and the according amount of rules and regulations. My job-title is the only thing that is not going to change (for now).

So, I stick it out and wait untill the changes take effect.

Why find a new job if my job becomes new?

It's interesting how our various jobs can be perceived by others. I had a great marketing job which required quite a bit of international travel to some very cool locations. It was just airports, taxis, offices, taxis, meetings, taxis, hotels, airports, taxis, offices, taxis, etc. The mates thought it was best ever and constantly asking "Where are you going next week?" Sadly, I have filled multiple passports but never really experienced a lot of the countries I had been to. For example, been to Beijing several times yet never seen the Great Wall.

I quit that job and moved to Japan for 6 months (ended up staying 5 years) worked in a soul destroying Conversation School for 2 of them.

I know that one. I went to a few different countries with GW to help people set up gaming conventions the way we did things like 'games day' and tended to see the hotel, a bar or two and a convention hall!

I find my job right now fun and rewarding. My problem is my direct superior. She's timid, and does the worst thing a leader can do; not make bad decisions, she makes no decisions. But I've learned to work around her.

I had two I didn't hate.

Fortunately most of the jobs I've had I liked. Bosses on the other hand, not so much. They ask your opinion. You respond and back up your opinion with facts. They listen quietly, thank you for your opinion and the backup research and do what they want. Three months into the project you advised against, cost are beginning to build, hours set aside for meetings for the year have been exhausted and it's your fault.

There's an old Charlie Brown poster I'm found of. Charlie says,"I love the world. It's mankind I can't stand". Or as someone once stated, "Some days it's not worth chewing through the restraints".

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There's an old Charlie Brown poster I'm found of. Charlie says,"I love the world. It's mankind I can't stand".

Daium! Charlie has issues.

I had a duty station while in the Navy that I hated and just about drove me over the edge. It was a ship that was a known "trash can" where the put people they didn't want anywhere else. They put just enough competent people on board to keep it afloat and able to do it's mission. It was four years of pure hell. When I left that ship I was so relieved that I was crying as I walked down the pier away from it for the last time.

I also had two jobs I hated. One was the first one I got after retiring from the Navy. I was hired as the supervisor for a cleaning company and was posted at a nursing home. I'll have to say the people who were there were wonderful and always full of interesting stories for someone who was willing to take the time to listen and give them some attention. The staff was excellent. Unfortunately the company I worked for was not. I was overworked, underpaid, blamed for everything, subjected to unreasonable expectations, etc. They fired me for "failure to meet expectations". What ACTUALLY happened is they fired me because a.) I was making the higher-ups look bad by outperforming them, and b.) they caught wind that I was looking for a new job. The fallout from my firing was that the company lost the contract (quite a lucrative one too as the parent company for the home owned and ran about 6 of them in the area/state), and also it came to light that my supervisor was sexually harassing some of the female nursing home staff. He got fired, his boss - the regional manager - got fired. The day I got fired the regional manager was there (because my boss was spineless) to deliver the news and while doing it belittled me. I had the last laugh as I told him that the job I was getting was paying me more than HE was making, had better benefits, better working conditions and less hours. heh heh...

The second job I had that I hated was working at Wally-World. The less said about that job the better. I still refuse to shop there. And I have one almost right across the street from where I live now. I don't care if it's convenient, I won't go there.

I also worked as a security guard for two different companies and although I didn't hate the jobs, companies or staff, there were a lot of bad incidents while doing the job.

On the good side, I have a great job that I've been working at for the last 12 years where I'm happy and don't get up in the morning going "**it, I have to go to work."

I left my last job because I found out the two guys I trained were making $10-15k more than me. I talked to my boss and he wouldn't give me a raise. He had to be an ass about it, he said "That is what we agreed to pay you. And we aren't going to give you a raise". Mind you, I started the project and handled it a year and a half solo.

I started looking for a new job immediately and found one pretty quick. I had already been approved for a week off for a trip with my wife around that same time. I told my boss that I was leaving and let him know that I was pissed about the raise. I gave him my two week notice letting him know that I was going to work thru the week and my second week of my two weeks notice was the week I was on my trip. So I only worked the next 4 1/2 days.