When I was 18 a new restaurant opened in my town called the Pita Shack. It was a simple concept, instead of sliced-bread, use a pita. These places are all over the place now but back then it was a new concept.
The owners name was Joe. Joe was kind of a dick but I was glad that he hired me, I needed the money. I worked there for a few weeks and it was nice because we had enough of us to keep up with the busy lunch crowd. That is, until one day.
The day I quit the two people that were supposed to be helping me make the sandwiches at lunch called in sick. It was just me and Joe. Joe ran the register while I made the sandwiches. We had a line out the door and it was just the two of us. It was beyond stressful and the tickets were piling up in front of me, I couldn't keep up despite my best efforts. The line continued to grow as I put an "italian pita" up in the window for Joe to serve. He grabbed it, read the word I had written on the wrapper "italian" and then he threw it at me, hitting me in the chest and said "It's supposed to be a BLT are you fucking stupid"?
I was shocked. There was NO WAY I was going to let this guy speak to me that way. I made a BLT pita, wrapped it up and wrote "Have Fun Asshole" on the wrapper and walked out.
Joe chased me to my car begging me to stay while apologizing. I came back a week later and picked up my final check. I'm sure he remembers that as one of the worst days he ever had. I remember it as a defining moment in my life.
Screw that guy and others like him.
So how about you Hubski, have you ever quit a job?