congrats.

when i get back from my paid vacation in June i just might do the same.

Happens to all of us. If your instincts are good, you made the right decision.

Hell, if I could think of something better to do, I’d quit my job. It’s not even a bad job – hours are good, I’m left to my own devices and the boss thinks the sun shines out of my ass (even though the pay’s shit) – I just hate hate HATE the whole concept of “being employed” and “working for wages”.

Still, any job you hate is a job you’re doing badly, and that’s just no fun.

Not to make it more dramatic than it is — I should admit I got an offer for another (much better) job today.

Still, telling the boss so long, farewell and goodbye sure felt good.

“Still, telling the boss so long, farewell and goodbye sure felt good.”

Is this another way of saying you got drunk and did the “Dance of the Flaming Arsehole” naked on his desk?

I’m quitting tomorrow for close to the same reason.

this discussion makes me wish i had a job to quit.

In my case, I got canned. Best thing that ever happened to me. Sure, I make a LOT less money but I have a great deal more fun. So there…

mikey

Congrats! that is awesome.

I am looking for a new job, and I had an interview yesterday. I wore a suit to work, which I never do. My coworker asked me if I was interviewing. I said “no”. then I said “I have an interview…um, I mean a meeting later today.”

worst. liar. ever.

I quit my job almost one and a half years ago. Best decision I ever made.

(Hello AIF!!)

Showing my age I guess– but I’ve walked away (quite literally) from four jobs– even received the threat “you’ll never work in this town again” from the boss (I received two offers the next day- one from a different division of his company)– and can honestly say, every time I’ve ended up better off than the time before. A round about way of saying “congratulations.”

Well, at least it wasn’t the increasingly popular “Blogged about the stupid meeting last week. Theyâ„¢ found out about it last night. Was fired this morning–Curse you, interwebs!!1!” ‘Cos that can be such a bummer.

So, will you don your black beret and become “La Blogger Boheme”- living a life as though it were a Puccini opera, with blogging as your means of expression?
Or should we expect a disruption to account for your new search for a means of “getting food” or something?

Good luck either way.

Mazel Tov!

I just recently quit a job I didn’t care much for to pursue what I’ve always wanted to do. So far, it’s working out just fine.

I wish the same for you.

Congratulations.

I’ve quit a number of jobs, and in fact have quit the same job four times now. The head housekeeper always hires me back for the busy season.

It’s kind of nice being a minimum wager. You can be a prima donna, and what are they gonna do, fire you? Who else would want your job?

I’m a motel maid by habit, currently in the middle of another I Quit phase, and for all the illegal immigrants allegedly flooding into the country taking our jobs, I’ve never found a housekeeping super who wasn’t desperate for warm bodies. “Jobs no one else wants” may be cliche, but it’s also accurate.

Well, at least it wasn’t the increasingly popular “Blogged about the stupid meeting last week. Theyâ„¢ found out about it last night. Was fired this morning–Curse you, interwebs!!1!” ‘Cos that can be such a bummer.

also known as being dooced. (www.dooce.com). Just to attempt to throw a little traffic to my favorite non-Sadly No blog.

*AHEM*. I would like to request a little further clarity, if you will. Which of you, the denizens of Sadly, No!, were working together, and what did you all do? I’d just like to hear more of the story, I guess..

mikey

Which of you, the denizens of Sadly, No!, were working together, and what did you all do?

Seb is plural, if I’m not mistaken. He should lose some weight..

Seb is plural, if I’m not mistaken.

Only on account of the two penises though.

I am amazed at the lack of good old-fashioned gumption displayed in the comments in this thread! So many of you express pride in quitting or walking off of jobs you did not like. Faced with such a situation, the truly enterprising individual would follow a different tack. They would do a half-assed job, or even a quarter-assed job, for as long as possible. Then, when they begin to notice your lack of effort, fake a back injury. Workmen’s Comp, here you come!

No, no!
Through a series of nefarious, back-stabbing maneuvers, including sleeping around (the better to obtain blackmail photos–remember, they can’t blackmail ya for stuff that doesn’t shame you, so the more overt a kinky whore you are, the better!) and possible murder, you swiftly rise in the crappy corporation you work for until, huzzah!, you are the CEO. As CEO, you purposefully drive that puppy right into the ground! Of course, you must be certain to install a pay-no-matter-what bonus and pension for yourself before destroying the company, so that: Step 3–PROFIT!!!

Oh, and then get hired as CEO at another large corporation. Lather, rinse, repeat!