I worked with an eighteen-year-old eight years ago. About two months after he was hired, he was assigned to work with me on the overnight shift. It wasn’t a stock night, so I was the senior employee onsite. We each had an hour for lunch, and we weren’t supposed to leave the premises.

Kid: “I’m going to go grab my lunch.”

Me: “Okay, no worries.”

I didn’t think anything of it.

An hour later, I checked upstairs in the break room so I could give [Kid] the next task, and I found that wasn’t there. For some reason, I didn’t think anything of that, either, and I got back to work. I noticed the doors unlocked and assumed he had forgotten to lock them after coming back in from smoking.

An hour and a half AFTER THAT, the store phone rang.

Kid: “Hey, the doors are locked. Let me back in.”

The idiot had walked about eight kilometres (about five miles) to a twenty-four-hour fast food chain and then walked back.

Of course, I mentioned it to our manager. That — plus the recordings of him swiping people’s food from the fridge — led to immediate dismissal.

We recently had a new employee assigned to the area I manage. I walked him through the training. He was somewhat unfocused, often needing an instruction or demonstration to be repeated two or three times before he got it, but once he paid attention, he picked up the various tasks quickly enough, and he completed them well. After a few days of training, he seemed set to work on his own, so I left him to it.

Later that day, I was walking through the factory floor and turned down an aisle in time to see [New Employee] standing on his tiptoes, slowly inching a box filled with very heavy parts off of one of the shelves. This was very much not how I had shown him how to pull boxes down, and even as I started forward, I saw the box start to tip.

I managed to reach him in time to shove him out of the way so that the box slammed into my shoulder rather than smashing straight into his head. I got knocked to my knee, shouting as the box almost dislocated my shoulder, and the box ended up wedged between me and the shelf. I managed to twist enough to get it off my shoulder and down onto the floor. By the time I turned back, [New Employee] was literally running off, apparently crying as he went.

A couple of others ran over, and I assigned them to check out the box for broken parts while I struggled to my feet to head to the on-site safety station. I got my shoulder checked out, and they ended up putting a brace on it.

That is when someone from Human Resources showed up. Apparently, [New Employee] had run straight there to scream about me “attacking” him.

I was pissed, and I ended up tearing into both [New Employee] and the HR representative, who had tried to say that they were going to suspend me for “unacceptable behavior”. I laid out what I’d seen and how we had possibly been seconds away from HR having to fill out details on how an employee had died on-site from dropping a box of heavy metal on his own head.

The fallout from all of this was… [New Employee] walked away with no issue, and I was reassigned to undergo sensitivity training because [New Employee] claimed a learning disability and said I hadn’t trained him properly.

So, I did the course, and I walked [New Employee] through all of the training again, this time dragging along someone from HR to verify and sign off on everything because my word was no longer good enough. Everything was signed off after a week of training, but this time, rather than having [New Employee] work on his own, I assigned him a partner to work with.

Over the course of the next two weeks, [New Employee] ended up with almost a dozen safety complaints against him. On two separate occasions, he tried to pull the same “go on tiptoe and slide a box off the shelf” stunt. He extended a box cutter fully and then waved it around like a sword, almost cutting his partner. He tried to climb into one of the forklifts and drive it, despite having zero training on operating it.

And with every complaint, HR told me that I couldn’t do anything — I couldn’t discipline him in any way — and they threatened me with another sensitivity course for “singling [New Employee] out”.

So, I went over their heads to the local safety inspectors. Within a day of doing that, I had a meeting with HR, a safety rep, and some of the C-suite (executives) for our company. I laid out all of the issues, provided the signed-by-HR training documents, and then laid out my ultimatum: either [New Employee] would be fired, or he would be assigned to the HR office (or somewhere else in the company). I flat-out refused to have him out on the factory floor.

HR made an anemic attempt to bring up “non-discrimination”, and I told them that the only way I’d be discriminating against anyone is if I kept him on; if literally anyone else had the safety record [New Employee] had, they would have been fired straight away.

From what I heard, he was moved to HR for all of three days, and then he was let go for some “undisclosed incidents”.

Many, many years ago, I worked half a shift at a bar in northern Wisconsin before I found out it was a local meeting spot for the scariest group of extreme racists that may or may not have been part of a three-letter hate group.

They’d take over half the seats in the house, get loudly drunk, and then wander off in all directions. The place looked respectable on the outside, so I never expected it to be such a nightmare.

On my first day, I arrived shortly after most of them were already a few drinks in.

One of them staggered over to the bar.

Me: “Hello! What can I pour for you?”

Racist: “We’ll see, but firsht, ya gotta answer me a queshion.”

From the way he was slurring, I was already wondering if my first task on my first shift would be to cut off a belligerent drunk and convince them to drink some water or eat some food.

Me: “Well, I’m new, but I can probably tell you what’s in just about any drink we serve.”

Racist: “Naw, naw, thassss…”

The word ended in a hiss, and he slowly tilted to the left before righting himself.

Racist: “…not what I wanna ashk. I just wanna know…” 

At this point, he went from slurring in a conversational tone to bellowing at the top of his lungs.

Racist: “AIN’T YEW GLAD YEW AIN’T A [N-WORD]?!”

And in that instant, half the bar swiveled their heads, and they all stared straight at me, waiting for my answer.

Until that moment, I’d only ever heard of people saying their insides went cold, but I would’ve sworn I’d just swallowed an entire bucket of ice. With red flags waving and klaxons screaming inside my head, I put on my most agreeable expression and nodded to him. Then, I politely excused myself, told my boss that I was out, and left. My boss just shrugged and said maybe I wasn’t a good fit.

In the decades since, I have never encountered a workplace like that, and I hope I never will again.

I’ve just been hired as a translator for this company. We agreed on 35,000 baht per month (Thai baht currency). Today is my payday, and they pay me 4,000 baht.

Me: “Why is my pay so low?”

Office Manager: “Because you’re on probation.”

Me: “That’s not stated in the contract, and you did not tell me any of this when hiring me. So, on my probation period, I only get 300 baht (10 USD) a day for my eight hours of work?”

I double-checked the contract, and it also didn’t say anything about me deleting all the work I had done for them: translated contracts, loans, etc.

I deleted every f****** file I’d translated, some due for the government and for viewing the next day or the day after. I deleted them all, I formatted the computer — they didn’t have cloud storage, so nothing was saved online — and I f***ed off.

They called me and asked me to come back to the office the next day so they could “explain” the reason they only gave me 300 a day, and they said they’d like their files back, pretty please.

I didn’t go.

I am working as a field manager for a company that has a small team. They recently hired two new guys who are fairly green to the industry but not totally brain-dead.

One guy, [New Hire], is kind of quiet and keeps his head down. As his direct supervisor, it is up to me to train him up, and I have a distinct feeling that he doesn’t like me. Granted, I’m not the best teacher, as I am somewhat blunt and direct, but I am never insulting or demeaning.

It’s a slow week, and we’re cleaning up our warehouse. The five of us are all knocking it out so we can get out early, but [New Hire] is kind of slacking off. Since he’s not really putting much effort in, I ask:

Me: “Hey, [New Hire], can you run the garbage out?”

He loads up the truck and heads out to the dumpsters behind the building; we have a lot of trash. But he leaves behind the cardboard. I think he’s making two runs — to kind of stretch out the workload, right?

He comes back and does not take the cardboard.

Me: “Yo, [New Hire], can you also do the cardboard?”

He gets pissed, storms out to the office, and proceeds to scream to the bosses about me being a d**k to him.

I don’t know that this is what he’s doing when he storms out. I figure he is going to hit the bathroom.

I walk into the office about five minutes later to hear him complaining about how I’m an a**hole. The people he’s talking to look at me over his shoulder, and I realize that he’s talking mad s*** about me. He notices where they’re looking, turns around, and has a classic “Oh, f***” moment.

Boss: “[New Hire], [My Name] is your supervisor. While you may not like them, you have to at least do as they ask, provided it’s within reason. Taking garbage and cardboard out is part of our regular duties, and we all take care of it.”

[New Hire] gets insanely pissed, starts screaming about how we’re all just buddy-buddy, and quits. He removes his keys from his belt, literally THROWS THEM at my boss, and storms out cursing.

We’re all in shock, and I’m feeling kind of bashful.

[New Hire] comes back in five minutes later.

New Hire: “Can I see those keys? My car keys and house keys are attached to them.”

[Boss] hands him the keys and he removes his personal ones.

New Hire: *To all of us* “F*** you.”

And he stormed out.

So epic. To this day, this is still my all-time favorite quitting story.