What's the craziest thing you've done before quitting your job?

Updated on : January 17, 2022 by Jack Crosby



What's the craziest thing you've done before quitting your job?

What's the craziest thing you've done before quitting your job?

I had a tantrum, I yelled at my boss and the supervisor!

This was my first job after leaving college. I had a job in downtown Johannesburg, where I trained for three months as a window dresser in a large chain of stores. Thereafter, I was given a branch of my own in Rosettenville, which was closer to where I lived with my younger uncle and aunt.

My new branch did not have many windows to dress. Definitely not enough to keep me busy all week. Then they told me that I would be in charge of restocking t

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What's the craziest thing you've done before quitting your job?

I had a tantrum, I yelled at my boss and the supervisor!

This was my first job after leaving college. I had a job in downtown Johannesburg, where I trained for three months as a window dresser in a large chain of stores. Thereafter, I was given a branch of my own in Rosettenville, which was closer to where I lived with my younger uncle and aunt.

My new branch did not have many windows to dress. Definitely not enough to keep me busy all week. Then they told me that I would be in charge of restocking the women's support desk, yes! Bras and girdles. (Remember, this was in the mid-sixties.) This went well for a few months.

One day my boss comes to see me with a big notice from head office. There would be a big promotion nationwide on X, Y and Z in three days. I had to wave a magic wand and transform the windows to showcase this great promotion.

I was one person. I had no help at all. He had to clean the window, keep all the things that had been on display, away. Draw new stock, distinguish labels and price tags (these were the days when everything was done by hand) and dress the shop window.

It was expected to make an impressive display of a combination of clothing and ... canned goods! Go figure! Orders were orders, so I set out to make a will. In the middle of cleaning the window, the supervisor calls me: the stock on the counter was running low, there was no such or such a cup-size bra, and it was necessary to remove it from the warehouse. I leave the window and go to get the necessary stocks.

I'm busy restocking the counter when the manager comes in: "What about my window?" he asks. I try to explain it, but he insists that the window is more important. Back to the window I go.

The next day, I was partly done with the window, when the supervisor calls me back, complaining that stocks are running low. I tell him what the manager had said. She responds by saying that the store cannot make money if there are no products on the shelves. Good point! So I'm going to take stocks again.

You can see where this is going, right? My manager had his back turned again.

I couldn't be in two places at the same time, or work for two bosses. I was trying my best, but I was getting criticism from both sides.

I finished my window; I cornered my manager and supervisor, and let go, throwing my toys off the cot. Ending with the words, "I quit!"

Thanks for the A2A. From Henri.

I had a part-time job after school and they made me the team leader. To have a little extra money, I put up with the two extra hours I had to work and the rebellion of the other employees below me. After careful thought, I decided to quit this job. This is what I did. I went to work about fifteen minutes early and immediately started my responsibilities in full force. My supervisor observed me and congratulated me on my performance, but ignored the other employees who were doing nothing; He had done this before without saying a single word! This time it didn't matter because it was me

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I had a part-time job after school and they made me the team leader. To have a little extra money, I put up with the two extra hours I had to work and the rebellion of the other employees below me. After careful thought, I decided to quit this job. This is what I did. I went to work about fifteen minutes early and immediately started my responsibilities in full force. My supervisor observed me and congratulated me on my performance, but ignored the other employees who were doing nothing; He had done this before without saying a single word! This time it didn't matter because it was my last day. He worked like a dog and had everything very well. The other employees seemed to be playing and joking more than ever this time, but I was going to have the last laugh. Finally the shift ended and it was the end of my shift with an hour before closing. Well my supervisor came up to me smiling and very proud and said: Good job and I'll see you tomorrow! I said, no you won't because I quit! Boy, oh boy, he almost fainted. I explained why, as well as his inability to correct the problem of the other lazy co-workers. I brought the store managers to attention before I left for good. I did an exceptional job well beyond my duties and I quit leaving an example of how a job should be done. Doing good and going beyond what was required of me and then suddenly quitting just made my day. Remember, if you are quitting a job, do it in style and be remembered as an achiever. good job and see you tomorrow! I said, no you won't because I quit! Boy, oh boy, he almost fainted. I explained why, as well as his inability to correct the problem of the other lazy co-workers. I brought the store managers to attention before I left for good. I did an exceptional job well beyond my duties and I quit leaving an example of how a job should be done. Doing good and going beyond what was required of me and then suddenly quitting just made my day. Remember, if you are quitting a job, do it in style and be remembered as an achiever. good job and see you tomorrow! I said, no you won't because I quit! Boy, oh boy, he almost fainted. I explained why, as well as his inability to correct the problem of the other lazy co-workers. I brought the store managers to attention before I left for good. I did an exceptional job well beyond my duties and I quit leaving an example of how a job should be done. Doing good and going beyond what was required of me and then suddenly quitting just made my day. Remember, if you are quitting a job, do it in style and be remembered as an achiever. I brought the store managers to attention before I left for good. I did an exceptional job well beyond my duties and I quit leaving an example of how a job should be done. Doing good and going beyond what was required of me and then suddenly quitting just made my day. Remember, if you are quitting a job, do it in style and be remembered as an achiever. I brought the store managers to attention before I left for good. I did an exceptional job well beyond my duties and I quit leaving an example of how a job should be done. Doing good and going beyond what was required of me and then suddenly quitting just made my day. Remember, if you are quitting a job, do it in style and be remembered as an achiever.

Four years ago, I quit my first job. It scared the hell out of me. I had grudgingly accepted the fact that a comfortable position and associating with people like me was not helping me grow.

I made a mental list of all the things I was familiar with: a steady salary, bosses I really liked, an exceptional social life (oh, the chaos of having waiters as roommates), and family and friends close at hand. . I realized that I had literally lived in a playground of comfort and convenience my entire life, in and around New York City. So I crumpled my lis

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Four years ago, I quit my first job. It scared the hell out of me. I had grudgingly accepted the fact that a comfortable position and associating with people like me was not helping me grow.

I made a mental list of all the things I was familiar with: a steady salary, bosses I really liked, an exceptional social life (oh, the chaos of having waiters as roommates), and family and friends close at hand. . I realized that I had literally lived in a playground of comfort and convenience my entire life, in and around New York City. So I crumpled up my list and dared to throw it away.

I searched for the continent I was least aware of, found a country I had never considered, and shortly after my 26th birthday, I went to Tanzania with a one-way ticket. Six months and 14 countries later, I had seen, done, challenged, loved, feared and learned more than ever in the twenty-six years of my life. The world had shown me something amazing and I knew that experience was something I needed to share.

Four years later, I quit my job again. This time with a little more knowledge of life and a lot more purpose. For the past two months, I have been blogging from the road and documenting the people and experiences that have kept the journey fascinating. The goal is to share the lessons that can be learned along the way - self-reliance, compassion, communication, and a plethora of other good things - through personal stories and the wisdom of travelers I meet.

So in short, quitting your job can be the most empowering life change you can create for yourself, if you move with a purpose and a desire to become a better version of yourself.

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Funny question. A lot of the crazy things that have happened are not things I can talk about publicly. I have been going to concerts regularly for 40 years since I was 15 years old. There was something crazy recently. The setting was Fenway Park in Boston. Fenway is a great ballpark where the Boston Red Sox play. There they perform concerts. Dead & Company was playing that night. I am a Deadhead and had seen the original Grateful Dead dozens and dozens of times. I was eager to see this new generation and was delighted and have seen them 8 times since then.

In this show there was a

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Funny question. A lot of the crazy things that have happened are not things I can talk about publicly. I have been going to concerts regularly for 40 years since I was 15 years old. There was something crazy recently. The setting was Fenway Park in Boston. Fenway is a great ballpark where the Boston Red Sox play. There they perform concerts. Dead & Company was playing that night. I am a Deadhead and had seen the original Grateful Dead dozens and dozens of times. I was eager to see this new generation and was delighted and have seen them 8 times since then.

In this show there was an older man and a very young woman sitting next to me. The man was not as old as I was, but he was probably 45 years old. The woman could have been between 16 and 21 years old. Let's say something struck me as strange. She was lovely. He was not there. But hey, live and let live, right? It was a Dead concert and strange things are the norm. I realize that the man is providing a lot of alcohol. She was drunk but still fully conscious. He brought a third beer. After a few sips, he passed out. I became more and more concerned that something was wrong. Then I start to get nosy. I notice that the man, for lack of a better word, is feeling the girl. She was in no position to consent or deny this because she was out. I started to stand up because even if they really were together, the man was out of place. Then I saw him unbuckle his belt. That was it for me. I'm not a big tough guy. But he was not going to allow an unconscious young woman to be raped in public. I noticed other people looking at them but taking no action. I walked up to the boy and said "what the hell are you doing?" He stood up and tried to threaten me and said “take care of your business. This girl is mine. "I said" no more because you're leaving now. "He started threatening me, but in no way could he have matched my reflexes since I wasn't drinking. At this point, the other men around became brave and also became They stood up and said "yeah, you're getting perverted" to the man. I ended up escorting him down the stairs and whispered in his ear, "I'd better not see you again." I was about to punch myself when a police officer passed by. I nodded at the cop and asked the man if he thought I should bring the cop into this discussion. He disappeared into the crowd. About an hour and a half later, the young woman woke up disoriented and nauseated. I asked him if he was okay. She said she would be. Then he asked me "was he here with a man"? I said yes and asked him if he knew him. She said no, he just offered her beer. I decided to wait until later when she was more coherent to tell her what happened. Sure enough, she just sat there looking hungover. At the end of the show, He stood up and walked over to me (he was about 5 seats away). She said "something happened, didn't it?" I said yes, but everything is fine. I advised him to avoid that guy. And when I was leaving, I added "you probably don't want to accept drinks from strangers." I left. I never saw either of them again. I asked him if he was okay. She said she would be. Then he asked me "was he here with a man"? I said yes and asked him if he knew him. She said no, he just offered her beer. I decided to wait until later when she was more coherent to tell her what happened. Sure enough, she just sat there looking hungover. At the end of the show, he stood up and came over to me (he was about 5 seats away). She said "something happened, didn't it?" I said yes, but everything is fine. I advised him to avoid that guy. And when I was leaving, I added "you probably don't want to accept drinks from strangers." I left. I never saw either of them again. I asked him if he was okay. She said she would be. Then he asked me "was he here with a man"? I said yes and asked him if he knew him. She said no, he just offered her beer. I decided to wait until later when she was more coherent to tell her what happened. Sure enough, she just sat there looking hungover. At the end of the show, he stood up and came over to me (he was about 5 seats away). She said "something happened, didn't it?" I said yes, but everything is fine. I advised him to avoid that guy. And when I was leaving, I added "you probably don't want to accept drinks from strangers." I left. I never saw either of them again. Sure enough, she just sat there looking hungover. At the end of the show, he stood up and came over to me (he was about 5 seats away). She said "something happened, didn't it?" I said yes, but everything is fine. I advised him to avoid that guy. And when I was leaving, I added "you probably don't want to accept drinks from strangers." I left. I never saw either of them again. Sure enough, she just sat there looking hungover. At the end of the show, he stood up and came over to me (he was about 5 seats away). She said "something happened, didn't it?" I said yes, but everything is fine. I advised him to avoid that guy. And when I was leaving, I added "you probably don't want to accept drinks from strangers." I left.

The event left me unsettled. Did it bother me that a man did this to a child? I asked him his age and he was actually a minor. Why would she trust a man who just looked like a criminal? Why were the others left out when he began to remove the clothes of a passed out woman? A part of me also thought "They could have killed me." But no matter how I analyze it, I determined that if I faced the same circumstances I would do the same to protect an unconscious person.

I think this qualifies as crazy. I decided not to talk about a concert I saw the night before Connecticut police did the largest Orange Sunshine LSD bust on record. Or the Talking Heads show at the Agora Ballroom. Or the time a woman and her daughter tried to convince me to party in their limo after a show. I must be a kind of magnet for madness. It must be long hair.

We'll see.

  1. I saw a co-worker who was stabbed in the back for kicking a guy out of the bar. Look, the kid got kicked out of the bar. His girlfriend stayed behind and then he went home with another guy. Instead of blaming his girlfriend, it was the janitor who fired him for starting things in the first place who was at fault.

So when the porter was leaving the bar to get on his motorcycle to go home a few nights later, he was hit by a knife in the back.

2. I worked at the ski resort. A friend of mine was a lady. She had several girls that she saw, and one of them was supposed to be in a relationship.

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  1. I saw a co-worker who was stabbed in the back for kicking a guy out of the bar. Look, the kid got kicked out of the bar. His girlfriend stayed behind and then he went home with another guy. Instead of blaming his girlfriend, it was the janitor who fired him for starting things in the first place who was at fault.

So when the porter was leaving the bar to get on his motorcycle to go home a few nights later, he was hit by a knife in the back.

2. I worked at the ski resort. A friend of mine was a lady. She saw several girls, and one of them was supposed to be in a committed relationship. Anyway, we were taking a short break from snowboarding during the break, and next to my truck picking up some food. My friend sees an approaching car, recognizes it, opens the door of my truck, folds the back seat, opens the compartment where my cat was, and grabbed my tire.

"What are you doing, friend !?"

"This could get ugly."

Three girls get out of the car, they calmly approach, a friend moves the tire. The lead girl falls like she's been shot, the other two panic, my friend attacks her car. They bail out, leaving their friend. I verify that she is alive, my friend returns to the slopes, I call 911.

3.

On Christmas Day 2008. At the ski resort. One of my friends eats a burrito and is very thirsty. However, you are working at a ski cabin at the top of the slope and you forgot to bring a drink. Look around, find a bottle. It's kind of dirty, well, he throws it back and takes a few drinks before he realizes it's gross.

Look, the elevator cabins were hot. So they kept the antifreeze that we used in the elevators from time to time in the shacks. And the antifreeze was kept in squeeze water bottles that had warning labels.

The problem was that my friend, Lord, was a little affected by a certain substance that he had inhaled. So shocked that he didn't realize the container had a DON'T DRINK label on it, which to his credit was covered in all FAT.

So he had 3 solid shots of antifreeze on Christmas Day!

I was with him for several hours. He lived, we had a big party to ring in the new year and everyone asked us how we both survived the holidays. Him drinking antifreeze on CHRISTMAS DAY, me drinking adult soda on New Years!

What's the best or worst way you've ever quit a job?

It is a source of pride for me that when I leave a job I conduct myself in the most professional manner possible.

Last time, I was promoted to stop doing the job that I loved to do. It was also a job that I was offered but turned down.

Since I'm not a fan of letting my career pass me by, I updated my resume and started looking for alternative employment, which I finally found after half a year.

In that role, I had a direct report. When I hired him, I knew he had the right temperament and skills to be my left hand, which is accurate.

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What's the best or worst way you've ever quit a job?

It is a source of pride for me that when I leave a job I conduct myself in the most professional manner possible.

Last time, I was promoted to stop doing the job that I loved to do. It was also a job that I was offered but turned down.

Since I'm not a fan of letting my career pass me by, I updated my resume and started looking for alternative employment, which I finally found after half a year.

In that role, I had a direct report. When I hired him, I knew he had the right temperament and skills to be my left hand, which is exactly what happened. He knew of my antipathy for my promotion, and I told him my plan, because I knew that he would be chosen to succeed me.

For half a year, I made sure he saw during team meetings how to approach the different personalities and perspectives of everyone in the room, I checked with him on: any team leadership questions he had with his own team, etc.

Once I received the offer and accepted it, I called him and said that I would give him my two weeks notice, to be ready for his phone to ring in a few minutes.

When I was leaving the boss's office after giving notice, it happened to me when I entered.

He has done a good job since then.

For me, this is the best way to respect the employer and the job - find your own replacement when you decide it's time to move on.

I once worked for a company called Microcom that made modems during the start of the BBS craze. This was before the Internet and I would venture to say that we created the industry because we invented the error-correcting modem. While millions of modems were sold before us, they were clumsy and prone to transmitting frequent errors, which cannot be had when sending medical or financial data. Our product changed the world.

Now you would think that if you built a better mousetrap people would make their way to your door and things would go crazy and for a while this was true, we were

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I once worked for a company called Microcom that made modems during the start of the BBS craze. This was before the Internet and I would venture to say that we created the industry because we invented the error-correcting modem. While millions of modems were sold before us, they were clumsy and prone to transmitting frequent errors, which cannot be had when sending medical or financial data. Our product changed the world.

Now you would think if you built a better mousetrap people would make their way to your door and things would go crazy and for a while this was true - we were selling modems faster than we could make them. But the company refused to pay attention to the market. The software of the product was the secret sauce, but it was embedded in some shitty hardware that had a lot of problems. It used an ugly plastic box that couldn't be stacked; It was so hot that it literally fried eggs; it had no on / off button; the power cord was not anchored to the body and would fall off during transmission; there were 16 switches and 136 commands to adjust the product. From a marketing perspective, the product had many weaknesses.

And yet, quarter after quarter, the number of units sold went up and up and revenue went up with it. The share price jumped. We called it the “90 day snack” because every 90 days we had to report sales and earnings and every 90 days we expected to find out that we had missed the number. But to everyone's surprise, the numbers kept growing and growing. We hear rumors of nefarious deals: resellers would be incentivized to take thousands of units, store them at home, and then return them after the numbers are reported; trucks full of product would be shipped to non-existent addresses nationwide on the last day of the quarter for shipments to be restocked. Abandoned factories were rented where the units were parked for a time until the end of the reporting period. There was nowhere near the amount of controls on things like this that there are now. I was attentive to the number of "pending days", the time it took to pay the bills. It grew and grew and grew as the company offered better deals and conditions for companies to accept the product now.

But all this was in vain. It was a game that one could not chase forever. It was like a bulldozer pushing a pile of dirt in front of it: no matter how powerful the bulldozer, the weight of the earth would eventually become too heavy to move and the bulldozer would stop. And then one day he did. All the tricks and tricks and fast talking stopped working at the same time. Despite the frenzied rush of last-minute work at the end of the quarter, the whisper went through the company on the first of the following month: We missed numbers.

There was a deadly cloak over the entire company. Never before or since have I felt fear, forebodings and sadness take over an entire company like in those days. No official word came, they had to be sure and they pounded the numbers over and over again. On the dock, classic rock blared through the speakers as idle workers sat around stacks of shrink-wrapped modems. No Yellow Freight trucks arrived. No shipments were taking place. We previously spent money like water. When you're doing it right, you can do it. But the first order to drop was the end of "Fed-X". We were spending too much money on them, using them as a convenience shipping rather than cheaper methods. I was guilty of that: I kept stacks of Fed-X labels on my desk and never checked the "Three Day Economy" box. He had always checked the "Priority - Overnight" box. I was part of the problem. Then, to everyone's surprise, they turned off the elevators. They used too much power. Only disabled people can use them. Construction of a new wing was halted. My travel budget, which was $ 100,000 a year, was cut in half. I traveled more than anyone else in the company. And then came the rumors of layoffs. A new wave of fear and terror swept through the organization. Yesterday we were supermen who could do anything. Today we were depressed and the homeless could no longer achieve anything. The schedules were broken and rewritten in order to save money. A hiring freeze went into effect. The subsidized cafeteria on site closed. And then the numbers came out. They were much worse than anyone had expected. Not only had we failed to do the numbers, we had failed in spectacular fashion. The news struck the industry press like lightning. The massive front page headlines in all the great pubs screamed our shame.

An emergency sales meeting was called. All vendors from all over the world had to attend. Sales meetings were typically lavish affairs in expensive off-site venues with food, entertainment, alcohol, and cameras. Not this time. It was to be held in the Training Room, part of my domain. Suddenly there was an avalanche of Power Point presentations. We had to explain what had happened and how we were going to get back on track. And meanwhile, layoffs loomed on the horizon for the first time. All of this may sound dramatic, but this was at a different time, when the high-tech industry was just getting started, and at a company that had been flying high like it was doing heroin. Now,

At the meeting, the president of the company put up a slide that provided an overview of the situation. It was very, very gloomy. The vendors, usually boisterous, rude, drinking men and women, were all subdued and ashamed. They had failed. I watched from a corner and had never seen anything like it. Who were these people? I had traveled the world and gotten drunk on each and every one of them and yet I didn't recognize them at all now. They were defeated losers.

"I blame them," the president told the crowd. This was like a slap in the face. There was a gasp of disbelief from the crowd. "When things were going well, I gave everyone the credit," he continued, "and now they are not and you are the reason." Even I was embarrassed. It wasn't his fault, that salesman. It was my fault and the management's fault, which refused to listen to the growing chorus of complaints about the product. The embedded software was perfect. But the hardware that carried it reeked of poor design that we refused to fix for months and years. Our secret motto in Marketing was "We suck less" than the competition when we talked to each other. But we didn't. We suck more, much more. I knew it for a long, long time, but no one listened to me.

And today it was my job to rally the troops, explain the new features and products that were going to change everything. But how? These people were completely demoralized. I've never seen anything like this. It would take more than a boring Power Point stuck showing iterative feature additions to put these poor bastards into action. So I had a plan. When it came time for "Product Marketing" (that is, me) to make their presentation, I turned off all the lights and snuck into the room in the dark to the buzz of "what the heck?" from the crowd. When the lights came back on, I was standing at a table wearing a concert t-shirt from the Roger Water "The Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking" tour I'd seen the summer before. On the shirt was a large drawing of a naked woman with a backpack hitchhiking. He also had a broken electric guitar with cables dangling from it and he wore a large blonde wig with spiky hair. The vendors looked at me in horror. I started jumping on the table to the horror of the crowd. I yelled "Okay, Microcom!" in my best "Cheap Trick at Budakhon" style, "Who wants to know the new LINE OF PRODUCTS !?" And then I launched into a parody of the then-popular Fig Newton commercial jingle on television: “Lots of fuzzy software on the inside,” I yelled while dancing, “Lots of fuzzy hardware on the outside! Lots of features inside and outside ... also ... it's the Big Modem System !!! " And with that I threw in a handful of guitar picks and made kissing gestures with the peace sign as I left the room. "Thanks Boston!" I yelled, "Elvis has left the building!" And the lights went out I took off my costume still with a sweat-covered buttoned oxford and a tie underneath and shyly returned to the room. The stunned vendors watched me silently as I approached the lectern, now looking more traditional. Crickets. My performance had completely failed. The stunned vendors watched me silently as I approached the lectern, now looking more traditional. Crickets. My performance had completely failed. The stunned vendors watched me silently as I approached the lectern, now looking more traditional. Crickets. My performance had completely failed.

I've worked in mental health my whole life, so I've been told a lot of crazy things. I work in a mental hospital and we had a young Hispanic woman who was totally out of control. A code was called as he attempted to kick and hit staff members and other patients. A large group of us managed to secure her in a human protective blanket that is sometimes referred to as a "taco." We put her on a stretcher and then took her to a quiet room. It was me, three co-workers, and our supervisor trying to keep her calm while the charge nurse secured the IM medication orders. Sh

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I've worked in mental health my whole life, so I've been told a lot of crazy things. I work in a mental hospital and we had a young Hispanic woman who was totally out of control. A code was called as he attempted to kick and hit staff members and other patients. A large group of us managed to secure her in a human protective blanket that is sometimes referred to as a "taco." We put her on a stretcher and then took her to a quiet room. It was me, three co-workers, and our supervisor trying to keep her calm while the charge nurse secured the IM medication orders. He turns to my older co-worker and says, "What would you know about something, man?" He then yelled at my supervisor, who has rosacea, and said, "You red-faced man, Get me out of this blanket! "During this time, none of us responded to her taking our personal inventory. We fell silent and let her get it out of her system. I was next." You just think you're so beautiful, being a blonde. But when men are looking for a wife they sleep with blondes, use them! When it comes to settling down, they choose a cute brunette woman. " I was stunned, but didn't show it. The last coworker who is African American got “And you! You are black! How could you be a part of this !! "Soon after, the injections were ready and she was sedated. They sent me back to my unit. I love my work, especially that of the patient. They really have no control over their behavior and I always keep that in mind, but I have never forgotten the young woman who "put me in my place" for being blonde. “You just think you are so beautiful, being a blonde, but when men are looking for a wife they sleep with blondes, wear them! When it comes to settling down, they pick a cute dark-haired woman. "I was stunned, but didn't show it. The last coworker who is African-American got," And you! You're black! How could you be a part of this? !! "Soon after, the injections were ready and she was sedated. They sent me back to my unit. I love my work, especially that of the patient. They really have no control over their behavior and I always keep that in mind, but I have never forgotten the young woman who “put me in my place” for being blonde. “You just think that you are so beautiful, being a blonde, but when men are looking for a wife they sleep with blondes, use them! When it comes to settling down, they pick a cute dark-haired woman. "I was stunned, but didn't show it. The last coworker who is African-American got," And you! You're black! How could you be a part of this? !! "Soon after, the injections were ready and she was sedated. They sent me back to my unit. I love my work, especially that of the patient. They really have no control over their behavior and I always keep that in mind, but I have never forgotten the young woman who “put me in my place” for being blonde. ”I was stunned but didn't show it. The last coworker who is African American got “And you! You are black! How could you be a part of this !! "Soon after, the injections were done and she was sedated. They sent me back to my unit. I love my work, especially that of the patient. They really have no control over their behavior and I always keep that in mind, but I have never forgotten the young woman who “put me in my place” for being blonde. ”I was stunned but didn't show it. The last coworker who is African American got “And you! You are black! How could you be a part of this !! "Shortly after, the injections were ready and she was sedated. They sent me back to my unit. I love my job, especially the patient's. They really have no control over their behavior and I always keep that in mind, but I've never forgotten the young man who "put me in my place" for being blonde. but I have never forgotten the young woman who "put me in my place" for being blonde. ”I was stunned but didn't show it. The last coworker who is African American got “And you! You are black! How could you be a part of this !! "Shortly after, the injections were ready and she was sedated. They sent me back to my unit. I love my job, especially the patient's. They really have no control over their behavior and I always keep that in mind, but I've never forgotten the young man who "put me in my place" for being blonde. but I have never forgotten the young woman who "put me in my place" for being blonde. ”I was stunned but didn't show it. The last coworker who is African American got “And you! You are black! How could you be a part of this !! "Shortly after, the injections were ready and she was sedated. They sent me back to my unit. I love my job, especially the patient's. They really have no control over their behavior and I always keep that in mind, but I've never forgotten the young man who "put me in my place" for being blonde. They sent me back to my unit. I love my work, especially that of the patient. They really have no control over their behavior and I always keep that in mind, but I have never forgotten the young woman who “put me in my place” for being blonde. They sent me back to my unit. I love my work, especially that of the patient. They really have no control over their behavior and I always keep that in mind, but I have never forgotten the young woman who “put me in my place” for being blonde.

Since I work for myself, it happens quite frequently sometimes, especially at times when I have no income. But then I remember that I don't actually have a document of value behind my name. I am self-taught, or in some unofficial way I acquired the necessary skills, the knowledge to do certain things in my fields.

That's part of what stops me, but it's my biggest reason. What keeps me from quitting is that I want to work on my own dreams, I don't want to help others achieve their dreams without me achieving mine.

That, of course, does not mean that I will not help others achieve their dreams, that only means

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Since I work for myself, it happens quite frequently sometimes, especially at times when I have no income. But then I remember that I don't actually have a document of value behind my name. I am self-taught, or in some unofficial way I acquired the necessary skills, the knowledge to do certain things in my fields.

That's part of what stops me, but it's my biggest reason. What keeps me from quitting is that I want to work on my own dreams, I don't want to help others achieve their dreams without me achieving mine.

That, of course, does not mean that I will not help others achieve their dreams, it just means that I will help others while working on my own dreams.

It was a sunny but quite cold day in November 2015.

I had just finished my postman training with USPS at the end of October 2015 in Portland, Oregon. So he was a new postman.

They really just "throw you into the fire". Your first day as a mail carrier is following a veteran carrier. You drive in the back and just watch what the job looks like. After that shady day, you are sent to formal training for a week. Where you will learn the ins and outs of the mail and take two days to learn how to drive the mail truck.

When that week of training is over, go back to 3 d

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It was a sunny but quite cold day in November 2015.

I had just finished my postman training with USPS at the end of October 2015 in Portland, Oregon. So he was a new postman.

They really just "throw you into the fire". Your first day as a mail carrier is following a veteran carrier. You drive in the back and just watch what the job looks like. After that shady day, you are sent to formal training for a week. Where you will learn the ins and outs of the mail and take two days to learn how to drive the mail truck.

When that week of training is over, he rides 3 days with a veteran hauler again. This time, you are in the driver's seat delivering while the veteran carrier sits in the back and functions as a guide.

After those 3 days, they load you with a route and send you out on your own.

It's definitely a scary time when you go out alone the first time.

Quick side note that is important to this story:

When you start working for the post office, you must pass a trial period of 90 days. If you ask any operator, they will tell you that it is one of the most stressful moments of your career. For those familiar with a probationary period at work, it sucks. At the post office, your 90-day trial period is basically a trial. The Union is strong but often does not have as much power to protect you during this time. The post office can let you go during this 90 day period for whatever reason they want. It could be completely arbitrary. Maybe you're too slow, maybe you've delivered poorly, maybe they don't like the way you smell. Seriously. This is not a fun time.

With that in mind, let me continue the story:

It was my second week of giving birth on my own. Very still in my 90 day trial period. It was early November. It was nice and sunny, but it was very cold. It had snowed about 5 inches the day before so the roads were pretty bad.

I was halfway down my route when I stopped at my next set of boxes. There were two mailboxes next to each other on a post right on the sidewalk, so I was able to approach it in my truck to make the delivery. The sidewalk in front of these two boxes was covered in snow. I delivered both boxes and was ready to walk away and go to the next one.

Now, mail trucks are handled very differently than your typical vehicle. Seeing as I was still so new and getting used to them, I wasn't exactly an expert on how they fared in the snow. It is a terrible time to learn to be a postman.

I hit the gas to get to my next box, but apparently I pushed a little too hard.

Because my tires were in about 5 inches of snow, pressing the gas too hard caused my truck to collapse. The back of my truck veered to the right, onto the curb.

Now these boxes hung slightly over the sidewalk. When my truck crashed, the back of my truck swayed and hit the actual boxes and snapped the pole in half. Both mailboxes fell to the ground.

I started to panic. I was on my probationary period. He was almost certain it was over. I did not know what to do. So I kept delivering.

An hour later, I got a phone call from another provider asking if they had just knocked down some mailboxes on any street. I told him yes. He told me to just call a supervisor. Tried calling but they weren't available. So I kept giving, hoping and praying for the best.

After I finished and went back to the office, I was terrified. I was hoping to go in and be told not to come back the next day.

After unloading, the supervisor passed.

"How was the day Chris?"

"Umm ... everything went fine."

"Well that's good! You finished pretty quickly, great job!"

"Thank you. So am I fired?

"What are you talking about?"

“The mailboxes I knocked down today. Surely you heard it, right? "

"Oh that? Don't worry about that. You're in your second week and you have to learn snow work on the ground. We'll give you a free pass. Just make sure you're careful and don't do it again."

The greatest wave of relief washed over me. I must have thanked him 5 times before I left.

This was particularly wonderful because he had just ended up being unemployed for about 7 months. My family and I were behind on our bills and at risk of foreclosing on our home. I desperately needed this job. Watching them be so nice to me when the post office has a pretty ruthless reputation for how they handle carriers on their trial period was just amazing.

Here I am, almost 3 years later and I haven't knocked over a box since.

* knocks on wood *

Quick Edit: Just so everyone knows, our office maintenance guy repaired the two boxes I knocked over. The Post Office paid the bill for a new post. Obviously, we would never make customers pay for a mistake we made.

In a former company someone was accused of fraud.

More specifically, a fake customer took advantage of them and lost a lot of money.

They had a chance to gradually pay it back with their future salary, but instead the guy started yelling at the director for allowing it to happen.

The director later said that he did not want someone like him to work there and was escorted out of the building. I have no idea what happened to him since then.

My craziest day went from 9 a.m. to 4 a.m. That was from 9 a.m. to 4 a.m. The CEO had to do some testing to make a sale to a major customer, so I ran the data from a disk array through of a 40GbE card in / dev / null to find performance under various conditions. Two days later I did it again because I wanted the output to be written to another disk array. No difference.

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