HEEHEEHEEHEE...I quit my job!

I'm so fucked, but I feel great.

So long, morally-bankrupt Hollywood whores and hacks for hire!

My only regret is not killing a bunch of people on the way out. All I ended up doing was quietly walking away from set, getting into my car and leaving without a word. Not even "Fuck You-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u!!!!!!!!"

Look at it this way: For them to pick up the pieces and catch up from what you leave behind will take a while. :D

That's the thing about film production; it's a buyer's market. There will always be some starry-eyed, freshly graduated fool willing to be degraded and work 15 hours a day for an occasionally decent meal and a few bucks.

I'd be surprised if my replacement isn't already on his fifth cigar.

Wish I could be there to buy a round.

I felt the same way when I quit my last job.

I had been thinking I needed to quit for awhile, but it just never seemed convenient to do so, ya know? Plus, I hate the process of searching for a job, all the ups and downs, and I wasn't wanting to face that.

I walked into work one day, and the Big Boss was there and on a rampage about some stupid shit. I'd worked 8 days in a row, 12 hours the previous day, then 5 hours of sleep, then another shift. I calmly walked over to her, asked her into her "office," which was just a store room, because I needed to speak with her. I simply asked if she was going to attempt to be civil, or if this rant was going to continue for awhile. She started screaming. As she did so, I just walked out of the building with her running behind me screaming, "Who the fuck do you think you are!!!!" as I drove away.

I did have the satisfaction of knowing I ruined her vacation, which was to have started the following week. I was a manager, and when a manager quits like that, her own corporate master force the person in her position has to fill in.

The whole way home I was happier than I had been in well over a year, giggling like a maniac, radio blaring, and me saying repeatedly, "I am SO screwed! I am SO fucked!"

Got a better job two months later and haven't looked back with any regrets whatsoever.

You'll do fine and won't feel quite so fucked when all the tension dies away. It's that tension from working for people you hate that really makes it so bad, and the release can be a dramatic one.

:toast:

My boss was all up in my face about some BS thing or another and it wasn't even 30 minutes into the day. Literally, it had been about a year of BS and it was at the point that I saw it as a good day to make it to 9 AM without being pissed off or bitched at.

Anyhow, he was just bitching away at me and he said something like "You better do this..." and I responded with "No. I don't think so. YOU better hire somebody else to bitch at. I'm done."

BEST feeling in the world, but I was well and truly f**ked for a month or two after my money ran out. There IS no unemployment in this state if you quit.


Laura

I showed up, gave my coworker my vest out in the parking lot, said "fuck you", and went back in my car and left.

I quit at the worst possible time, too. I worked overnight at the local grocery store, and I was one of only five people who worked that shift, and two of them were on vacation. I screwed them! :evilgrin:

Hopefully it's as such in your area. I hope the next one--a good one--isn't to far behind, CA.

Good luck.

;)

:evilfrown:

Personally, it has never been that important to me. ;)

and I still have my career, and am doing rather nicely, actually, and CanuckAmok's more skilled and established in his field than I am in mine, so he doubtless has less to fear in the long-run. There are more important things than being career-obsessed. There are more important things than being a reflexively contrarian chronic thread-shitter, too. Welcome to a bigger world.

Even if I wanted to go back, I think I've thoroughly burned my bridges.

"And that's for employing me for eight years!" -- Homer Simpson


No, I need a new field whisch still employs my strengths. I'm an extremely capable project manager, including large, tight-timeframe projects. And some other skills I'd best not mention here GIGGIDY GIGGIDY GIGGIDY!

You'll be better off!

(Some sort of blubber pun I can't think of at the moment).

Surprisingly, she had nothing to do with it. She wasn't even there when it happened. She was probably out picking-up more Eye of Newt.