Your best [RAGEQUIT]

[Aerozord]

While I doubt many of us come even close to this degree of awesome (http://nuklearforums.com/showthread.php?t=38496) I am sure there are atleast a few stories that are interesting. So please share.

I'll start the ball rolling by setting the bar so low I'm sure your average teenager can surpass it. I have had two paycheck earning jobs ever. Only thing interesting is about how casual my departure was because of the stupid reason I left.

Manager "Cut your hair before you next come in"
Aerozord "...no"
Manager "Turn in your uniform at your convience"

My brother was more interesting. When he "quit" he just stopped showing up for work and assumed his boss got the hint

[A Zarkin' Frood]

Not related to topic: Once, during a job interview, I got asked to cut my hair. I said no and they said I got the job.

EDIT: Another job interview related thing from another interview:
My annoying ex boss bitch "Do you enjoy working in an office environment?"
Me "I'd hardly speak of joy..."
My annoying ex boss bitch "Yes"
That one I got also.
I assume this is the opposite of a RAGEQUITTTT!!!

[Kim]

Goddamn, another stupid thread like this? I'm tired of this shit. Fuck you guys, I'm outta here.

[synkr0nized]

Goddamn, another stupid thread like this? I'm tired of this shit. Fuck you guys, I'm outta here.

Here, let me help you.

[bluestarultor]

Marching band for me was a misery and I actually left in the middle of practice once. I was considering walking off the field, but I decided to mess with them a bit and waited until they all took a snack break. I then walked home. It took them more than a half hour for them to realize I was gone, but by that time, I was taking a nap on the couch in the basement with the lights off, so when my third-shifter mom picked up the phone when my bitchy section leader called looking for me, she told her that I didn't seem to be there. I just waited out the rest of the time of practice and the time it normally took me to walk between home and the school, came upstairs, opened and closed the door, and went on as normal. Nobody ever figured out where I went and the next practice, just to mess with them, I acted like nothing had ever happened. They pretty much just gave up on me at that point.

[Fenris]

You're my least favorite kind of person, bluesy.

[synkr0nized]

That's not really an epic ragequit, is it? I mean, it sounds like you just played hooky for an afternoon and then went back the next day. ????

[A Zarkin' Frood]

Reminds me of another thing: I used to play in a football team. Not like I ever liked it but my parents thought I would.

The other kids were mean to me and harassed me for being the fat kid. And one time they hit me on a bad day. So I told them to go fuck themselves in the most creative way a 13 year old could muster.
Which in my case was to just say something in German that equals... well "go fuck yourselves" but actually in a more literal translation would invite them to lick dried poo nuggets off my hairy ass, which is basically a slightly modified stock insult. Then I left for good. And that's why the English dub of my life is bad. Stick with the subs or learn German.

Because I'm such a rebel I refused to lose weight for a very long time. But I got over it eventually.

[krogothwolf]

So, let me tell you about a sport called hockey. Back in Midget we played in the Edmonton hockey league even though we were from out of town(sort of) Now, the team was mostly filled with 2nd year players with a few first year players in the mix. Those Second years decided they no longer wanted to play hockey next year in Juniors. Though could have. We were getting sick and tired of the league and referee's showing blatant favourtism to the Edmonton teams. They seeded us at a lower division to piss of us, then realized the mistake when we were winning every game by 10-12 goals yet we were getting 20-30 Penalty minutes a game and getting players kicked out for stupid calls. So playoffs hit and they decided to bring the 3rd best team from the A division down to our B division to play for playoffs. Which was retarded. So we met in the finals and it was a 7-4 game for us after 2 even though we were getting the worst calls against us and they were getting more blatant as the game went on. 3rd period started and we got 4 penalties against us right away. The game was a 7-5 with 2 minutes to go when the veterans decided they were sick and tired of the refs and started pretty much a bench clearing brawl, that lasted 35 minutes. The second year players were banned from Hockey for the next year since they were determined to be the instigators of it, and for us first year players we got a 2-4 game suspension(I didn't have to serve mine cause I moved to Calgary and they didn't carry it over, HAHA).

We still won the game since they let us finish it. It was 8-6 in the end. It was awesome.

[bluestarultor]

You're my least favorite kind of person, bluesy.

Trust me, with that band, no jury in the world would convict me. The teacher later went on to throw his two-legged stand and everything on it at the students during a concert practice, but I'd actually quit by that point.

All the hatred in the world over what I did in band is a delicious reward after dealing with that man for two years and being stuck for five in a section full of girls that were to him what Twilight fans are to Stephanie Meyer and bitchy to me even before we went to high school (in my district, junior high was grades 7-9).

That's not really an epic ragequit, is it? I mean, it sounds like you just played hooky for an afternoon and then went back the next day. ????

Well, that was just one of the things I did before actually quitting the band entirely, but the rest of it was smaller stuff and not as satisfying. Like I said, that was the event that made my section give up on me, where before they still thought I could be salvaged (read: brainwashed into worshiping the teacher like everyone else via candy and group pep meetings). It also was the first time I actually grew a pair and did what I wanted concerning the matter, where I'd spent the previous four years getting pressured into staying in it and just eating shit by both my mom and my teachers because I had talent.


I guess a more appropriate rage quit would have been the next summer when I waited until the marching show was already written before telling them I wasn't signing up for the marching portion of band, then never showed up to summer practice even to check in, then dropped out of the rest of it on the first day of school. But that didn't feel as much like an accomplishment because it involved a lot more of not doing stuff and by that point I'd already done so much that nobody was even surprised anymore. The teacher probably popped the cork on a wine bottle and celebrated that he didn't have me around making him look bad anymore (which was really just retaliation for all the bull he tried to pull with me), and it was satisfying to completely infuriate all the band members who approached me over the next month or so to tell me how disappointed they were that I didn't have band spirit by telling them no, I didn't have band spirit, and how happy I was to be out of it and doing things I liked much better.

I guess that it does still give me warm fuzzies thinking about how many bridges I happily burned, but leaving in the middle of practice represented my first actual active break away from it and served as a springboard for a much longer process.





Edit: Mind you, it wasn't the clarinet or performing that I hated, just the people. Playing and performing were what kept me from telling my mom and everyone else off and leaving for so many years despite wanting to quit even before my first was over. The experience gave me such bad associations that after I finally was out in August 2004, I didn't put the thing back together and actually play it until just last month.

[EVILNess]

I have never ragequit a job, but my brother has. In fact, I was denied a job at the movie theater he used to work at because he is my brother.

Manager accused him of stealing money. He confronted the manager. Manager fired him. My brother pissed on the top of his desk in front of him. Just whipped it out and sprayed everything. He still isn't allowed in the theater.

I had to go bail him out of jail.

[Nikose Tyris]

- I was aware I had an impending "Do not send" label on my file for EA coming in, so when I was told I would not be returning to EA, I changed everyone's background on my floor to a sexy picture of Spock.

Result: Nobody knew it was me, most people got a laugh, some of the guys freaked out.

- When I was removed from another team, I changed every mention of my bosses' socker team on his computer, to his rival team. (He was big into Liverpool and I forget who his rival was at this point.)

Result: His cursing could be heard throughout the lab and he actually bitched out his under-supervisor for it, since he'd done similar pranks to him before, stating, "NO THIS IS OVERBOARD, YOU DON'T CHANGE MY BACKGROUND TO THOSE F*****TS".

- Not me but someone quitting took a tremendous dump in the Urinal, and then in the Elevator.

Result: It got cleaned up and we weren't able to use the urinals all day. That just annoyed me.

- Oh, and my supervisors were using company time to write their own game- they had 8 hour works days and a team of 5 people total working on it. While everyone was on lunch break, I took the time to completely fry the code beyond saving on the Wii Redkits they were using.

Then I added a call up for an image file I added to the program.

Result: They returned as I walked out the door to hand in my 'application to move' forms to Toronto. The freakout they had over Sexy Spock as I was mid-hallway was amazing.


Note: These were the level 2 and level 1 supervisors; the level 3 supervisors suspected it but didn't have timing to prove it, and they were busy with their own work and teams. The overbosses and managers just weren't interested in looking into it.

[synkr0nized]

Man, Blues, your stories are decidedly mellow and un-rage-filled -- more just "I stopped going". And long. But lolband, so I guess that fits.


Ness: Whoa, he actually just pissed on his boss's desk? hahahaha

[bluestarultor]

Man, Blues, your stories are decidedly mellow and un-rage-filled -- more just "I stopped going". And long. But lolband, so I guess that fits.


Ness: Whoa, he actually just pissed on his boss's desk? hahahaha

I am a very subtle person. :3:


But yes, in terms of explosiveness, I knew I was going to lose the thread when I started.

[EVILNess]

Ness: Whoa, he actually just pissed on his boss's desk? hahahaha

Yes. He is banned form the theater and he still hasn't paid me back for the bail money. Which really sucks ass cause he actually was stealing from the register.

Bastard.

[stefan]

Not me, but an old co-worker quit his job by taking a spraycan of round-up to the lawn in front of the company office one night, using it to spell out a series of seven limericks, each one blasting either a specific manager or a general aspect of fail the company had shown.

The best part is that Roundup takes a week or so to actually take visible effect, and he timed his two-weeks notice so that he was off the job just before the words became visible.

[Terex4]

I am a very subtle person. :3:


But yes, in terms of explosiveness, I knew I was going to lose the thread when I started.
My quit from Walmart was subtle but effective. I was given a decision day which is where you are sent home for a day with pay and you're expected to write a thing explaining what you did wrong and how you're going to fix it.

Most people write "I did ___ to many times and I'm going to fix it by never doing it again"

I wrote a full essay on how the only reason I got in trouble was because I was doing the company a favor (not being flippant here I really was doing them a favor) and outlined in polite detail every aspect in which the company was crooked and how much they sucked. I then submitted it to management and read a copy of it to everyone I worked with.

Its a shame it'll never be read by home office.

[Aldurin]

I was having a shitty time making an add-on campaign for Battle for Wesnoth. So much, in fact, that I just pulled the add-on right off the server, announced that the campaign was on hiatus, and stopped posting anything on the forum for a long time.

Yeah, that's the closest thing I have to a ragequit.

[Julford Hajime]

I was running a quick 4.0 campaign, and had one jackass player who kept arguing "You can't do that in 4.0, that's a 3.5 rule, YOU CAN'T DO THAT" Nevermind that damn near anything can be done as a skill challenge, and I had explained this several times over, he wouldn't give up and was just plain getting annoying. So finally I had decided that the group was done, but I did want some closure. I told them we'd meet one or two more times, but then the story should be done and we'd be finished.

So the next week I introduce a new NPC. I made sure that the NPC got across three ideas: 1) This NPC was the DM incarnate, 2) ANYTHING this NPC said would happen, because HE IS THE DM INCARNATE, and 3) This DM/NPC had a personality that clashed absolutely with the troublesome PC. For the record, this NPC was named "Damien", but that's just because I happen to like that name.

So the party meets Damien. Two of the three members like him, troublesome PC doesn't. The two argue, and troublesome PC argues directly with me that he doesn't like how this thing is ending. We break for the day with the group and the DM/NPC going to do some menial task; clearing out a cave of monsters.

Nonetheless, the player shows up for the last session. Of course, during this next session, troublesome PC's character and the DM/NPC get into a heated argument over treasure allocation (Because I knew he would argue an NPC getting ANYTHING, let alone something he doesn't REALLY need). Finally, DM/NPC says "If me getting this isn't fair to you guys, then I hope this cavern collapses on me." I give them a second as they just kinda wait to see what happens. I look the troublesome PC in the eyes, say the age-old incantation of "Rocks fall, everyone dies", then get up from my chair and leave to head home.

Looking back, we all got a good laugh out of it, though the guy who was causing trouble and I don't do DnD sessions together anymore. We still get together for board games and stuff, but yeah we don't get along in campaigns.

[TDK]

Jules while that is a pretty good ragequit, I gotta say, that is terrible form as a DM. If you can't handle players bitching about rules and don't have the logical skills to A: convince them you're right or B: Convince them "shut the hell up, I'm the DM, I make the rules" then you're not really cut out to be a DM.

[Rejected Again]

We had to take a drug test at work one day. So I filed the cup with apple juice, put the lid on half way and set it on my bosses desk. After he proceded to freak out on me I picked it up, and spilled some on his desk. This made him more angry, so I drank the juice. He then began to vomit on his desk. Of course I began to laugh, so after he sent me home, I put rotten eggs in his car, mustard under the door handle, and never went back to work. The desk pisser wins hands down.