Here’s my rage quit story. I worked for a Fidelis Care. We got bought out by a large conglomerate, they fired half the staff and forced the extra work load on the rest of us. I took a call from someone that threatened suicide, and not a single manager in the company would help me connect to the crisis line. The caller hung up, and I still couldn’t get a manager to help me. I called local EMS and requested they do a wellness check. The suicidal caller called back to complain and I got written up. Then they started refusing to let me use vacation time and dangling carrots without putting anything in writing.
They were doing other things like denying free covid testing and HIV testing, which was against state law. I spent lots of my time helping people file external appeals and complaints to the state attorney general after Fidelis denied the internal appeal, against state law. The final straw happened during covid. Right before covid hit, a gentleman was approved for pain injections, but couldn’t get into the office before his authorization ran out, because anything non emergent was closed. Once the doctor’s office was open, the doctor submitted a new request, with the same clinical information, and it was denied. I put an appeal together for this man, painstakingly pulling the clinical records from the first authorization, the second authorization, EVERY PAID CLAIM related to his condition, AND EVERY RX CLAIM FOR PAIN MEDS the company paid for to demonstrate medical necessity. 4 hours of work. The appeals team denied it in 15 minutes later, it was absolutely not reviewed.
I logged of the phone, and prepared the most epic out of office message ever.
I emailed my boss, “I quit effective immediately.” I helped the man file an external appeal through the state department of finances. The state ruled in favor of that customer. Then I helped that man file a complaint against the insurance carrier with the NYS attorney general. The happiest day of 2026 so far was learning that our attorney general, Leticia James, raked them over the fucking coals.
I worked at a horrible restaurant almost 30 years ago run by an obnoxious Spanish man who would not let you have butter for bread, and once when a guest sat on his crappy plastic chair and it broke turned around and put it on his bill. He would follow you around and fuss at you for stupid things, and he liked to follow one waiter named Ken around and criticize his table wiping. “Meestar Ken, that ees not how you do it, first you spray, DEN wipe”.
Finally he did this one too many times, and Ken looked at him and said “get fucked you fat Spaniard, I already got a new job”, and left just before the dinner rush.
If a chair broke due to bad maintenance and the shop owner tried to charge me for it I’m shoving the chair up their ass and then burning the damned place down. Glad Ken got some catharsis.
Who sprays after wiping?
Really depends on the type of mess, I think. If there is a lot of dry crumbs I’d give that a quick brush into the dustpan before spraying and doing the full wipe down. I don’t want to just smear a bunch of wet crumbs around.
Meestar Ken.
This is how I left my first job. Literally the day I planned to hand in my notice, I had an email from the secretary of my boss’s boss. Big meeting with lots of management - also a pre-meeting beforehand to chat. I waited until management went over in the big meeting that we were deep in the shit, but Forgottengoldfish is going to go over there and fix everything.
“Um, well - I can do a few things in the next two weeks.”
Next job tripled my salary - never looked back.
I once interrupted a conversation where I was about to be promoted in order to give my 2 weeks’ notice.
Zero regrets, 10/10, would do it all over again.
My last week at one employer saw me sitting in an empty cubicle all week because they took my gear. So I called up my new boss, told him I could start early (remotely). Next day I had a laptop and docs to read while I waited out the week.
I posted about this last week :
https://lemmy.world/post/42963753/22068707
reminds me of the time I went on sabbatical just around the timeframe of the annual reviews.
I went into the meeting with my manager, let him know I fixed the automations I committed to fixing, and that I wasn’t coming back after my holiday, and that I was going on a sabbatical. His face was blank, silent and still for a bit, and felt like in his mind he had a stack of paper he was going to talk about, which he then threw into the air.
Felt good man.
Don’t worry this year will have Amadioh Chess in it which would make it one of the best years humanity has ever been in history for
It wouldn’t be a good year without you man
