People Share Why They Quit a Job on The Spot

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Have you ever been put in a position at a job where you almost quit right on the spot? You’re probably not a normal human being if you haven’t thought about it once or twice, let’s be real. We spent all this time in school hoping that we could get a really awesome job that we love and most of us end up with the exact opposite.

It’s called life and that’s what happens, so we deal with the sh*tty job that probably doesn’t even pertain to the college degree just earned but oh well. So, now you’re probably drowning in student loan debt while working this dead end job that you hate. Then one day, it pops into you’re head – “I f*cking quit!” Or at least you dream up this fantasy of throwing your hands up in the air and getting the f*ck out of there.

Well, I’ve never been that person but I’ve certainly been pushed to that point. I ALMOST walked the f*ck out of a serving job because my one of my managers was such a d*ck but that’s a story for a different time. Other people have been pushed so far at their sh*t jobs that they actually quit right on the spot and to those heroes, I salute you for doing the people’s work.

These people share the reasons they quit their job on the spot:


I worked the open shift at a small independent coffee shop that had recently been acquired by a new owner. For 3 shifts in a row when I arrived at 4am to start baking he was asleep on the couch in the cafe. He would wake up when I came in and follow me around too close for comfort. I was 21 and he was a middle aged man who was avoiding going home to his wife and kids. On the 4th day I pulled up and saw his car parked outside, I turned my car around, went home, turned my phone off and went back to bed.


I worked my first shift retrieving trolleys in the car park at Tesco. Got home at 1am and had to be back at 6am. Showed up the next day, worked half the shift and proceeded to take a break. I figured I have about an hour for food and power nap. Supervisor proceeds to tell me I have an hour and fifteen for breaks all week so I better get back to work. F*ck that for 2.93 an hour pushing trolleys. It’s hard work. Too hard for that pay.


Years ago, I worked at a convenience store. It was part of a small 4 store chain, and I had spent some time at each of them. Eventually the owners got tired of the hassles and sold them, each one of the 4 to a different individual. The one I was currently at was sold to a gentleman who had anger issues. One Friday night I was working and there were non-stop customers. I was the only clerk at the time, and the new owner shows up with a new employee who knows absolutely nothing about clerk stuff. He parks her behind the counter and leaves, telling me to train her. I try to do my best, having to show her the way things work and wait on the mob of customers at the same time. New owner comes back later and starts yelling at me because there’s a line. He proceeds to yell at me in front of God knows how many people. I screamed “F*ck you!!”, got my things and left. Never set foot in that place again.


I was bar backing and this place only hires bar backs, then moves them to servers/bartenders as needed. I waited over two years, while everyone moved past me. New people hired, then promoted. I attempted several times to go to each manager individually to ask what I could do better, what would increase my chances, and all that. They all told me that I’m doing a great job and just keep it up. New round of promotions…everyone but me. I said, “f*ck this” and quit. Said bye to everyone I worked with, grabbed my sh*t, and left.

Written by Irvi Torremoro

Irvi Torremoro is an Austinite by way of Las Vegas. She's worked in various outlets in food & beverage and is now focused on writing, eating all the things, talking about Beyonce, and petting all the puppies. She runs, a lifestyle blog about people in the service industry.