We can edit our own posts?
Nevermind - I must have missed the seismic Doper event. And the new gigantic edit button.
At this point in time, we have 5 minutes to be able to edit, yes. It’s on a trial basis though, and the privlege could be removed if it is deemed necessary. (So don’t abuse it, please!)
Well, at least she cared …
I hear ya Foxy! The nut case that “barricaded” himself in his office did his damndest to make my life hell while he worked here. Didn’t work by the way. Needless to say, he is not one of my favorite persons. About seven months ago, I got a phone message from a local place asking me to call in regard to a reference for him. I didn’t think anything about it because, I knew he was applying for a job that somebody I know was retiring from and figured the retiring guy mentioned to them he knows somebody that works where I work and thus the call, which I didn’t return, just turned over to HR cause that’s where those types of calls should go to. Well, a couple days later, I get a phone call and it’s the HR person from that place. The fool actually did (without asking, imagine that!) give me as a personal reference. Somehow I think my actually laughing and saying, “Are you serious? He gave me as a reference?” was not exactly the kind of reference he was looking for. 
Yeah, not real professional of me because normally I’d say the usual bs line of “Yes, he did work here for x number of years, months, whatever.” I was really caught off guard and my mouth engaged before my brain thought.
I once saw a programmer escorted out by the police. The guy was a little weird, OCD or something - terrified of dirt apparently, scrubbed his hands frequently, sprayed down his cube several times a day, totally unable to work if anyone touched his keyboard or mouse.
Anyway, one day the CEO’s assistant sent an email that there was leftover pizza in a conference room, apparently someone ate it all before our hero got up there so he blew up. Screaming insults and curses at everyones favorite secretary over the lack of pizza (why a germaphobe would want leftover pizza is beyond me) right outside the bosses door certainly drew some attention.
I missed the blowup, but the guy sat two cubes down from me so I got to watch the departure. There I was, minding my own business, when I look up to see a couple of angry-looking cops staring at me (psycho and I have the same first name) then they step over to the correct cube. OtherBob didn’t seem to understand what the problem was, he even explained to the police that there was no pizza. They were unsympathetic.
I walked out of a job once. The boss was a loathsome sub-species, and although his repulsive behaviour wasn’t directed at me, it was unpleasant to witness. One day he went a little too far - he made a racist comment - so I tersely announced I no longer wanted to work with him and marched out.
One of the places I worked at had the practice of escorting people out of the building when they resigned, on the grounds that they could take classified information to a competitor, but I never saw it happen. It always struck me as over-dramatic and unnecessary because if you were going to do that, you’d collect all the information before announcing your resignation.
Here here. When I was leaving my last company to break off with one of the partners to form a new company, I systematically collected all the information I needed prior to announcing my resignation. I was watched while I cleaned out my desk and escorted out of the buiding where they waited until I pulled out and confiscated my parking card. It was humiliating to be sure but they should have given me enough credit to know I had everything we needed before resigning.
I have two.
I worked at an Applebee’s my last year in College, where the Day Manager was really riding the Fry Cook during the lunch rush. Eventually, it escalated to the “You can’t fire me! I quit!” stage. Whereupon the (former) Fry Cook hawked a loogie and spat into the Fry basket. That fry basket ended up shut down for 90 minutes.
My brother builds houses. He was working in a build-to-suit development, and the contractor at the lot next to his ran out of money and had to short one of his sub-contractors. We think the contractor had hoped that the sale of the house would pull him out of the hole, and it might have, if the subcontractor had not taken his Skil Saw, inserted it into the side of the house, and walked around the house cutting. The house was a total loss.
I always assumed it was a due-diligence sort of thing. When someone leaves our company, usually on good terms, we change all passwords and building entry codes as a matter of course. On the other hand, we’ve never followed them around to make sure they didn’t steal anything. Like you, we always thought that anyone worth their salt would have downloaded/sabotaged anything they needed long before.
Never piss off a crazy IT guy.
I have a cousin who is a pretty big guy - 6’7", 325lbs - who once quit his job by throwing his boss on the ground, kneeling down over him, and slapping him in the face while he talked to him.
“I quit this damn job (smack), I’m going home (smack), I’m taking the keys with me (smack), and if you want them back you know where I live (smack)”
The crazy thing is that he was the only competent person there, and the boss’s boss hired him back the next day!
I know of a guy who, upon being let go:
a) defecated in the elevator shafts though an access door in the basement every day for the next week. (can’t figure out how he got in, except that some digruntled overnighter named Shecky let him in)
b) Unloaded all the crap from his garage into the dumpsters, which was no small feat, as he would actually wheel a trailer up every night.
c) Used his system access to send out porn to the employees under a supervisors account
d) Then changed the system password, to B0BlikesCOCK!!
I really miss him, and the ample free time that job gave me.
And don’t think we don’t already have a 2nd alias to come back in on anyway! 
(You never know when you might need it).
Ah, which story to tell?
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[li]The pissed off fired operator who chased the foreman’s truck around the jobsite swinging a shovel at the taillights?[/li][li]The work release guy who got drunk, stole the owner’s sportscar, and rolled it over a couple of times on the interstate?[/li][li]The guy who welded shut all the toolboxes in the shop, even the ones that belonged to the other mechanics? [/li][li]The guy who called in and said, “you keep the last check, I’ll keep the truck, and we’ll call it even,” and was actually serious about it, to the point where we had to call the police?[/li][/ul]
I remember one completely incompetent woman who was finally sacked. She went to the CEO’s office and started beating on his door, screaming that she was being targeted because of her race and that she would “get the media, talk to her MP” etc. Eventually she was “escorted” from the building.
My employer tried out new employees from the work release program of the jail. One was thinking you could stop at the store and such places if you were going to pick up donuts or such for work. Absolutely not the case. They have to report the side trip to the jail, and work release is normaly finished. This guy was still allowed to work. They had a man from Tennessee that was a Baron Munchausen and was in jail for domestic abuse and another crime. I hated the guy. Sometime around the third week, he was threatening the other prisoner, and all the regular emplyees on that shift with assault and worse. They gave the prison the good news about his threats of violence, when he was locked up for the day. The work release program became something the company didn’t support after that, unless it was an employee that had to do a month or similar circumstance.
One time an engineer at my former place of work was on his last ropes. He had been written up for sub-par performance and was given one project to complete. He had some certain amount of time to finish the project or he would be terminated. The night before the deadline, the project was uncompleted. He wrote the most nasty and rambling email that I have ever seen and then forwarded it to the entire company. It was around twenty pages long and read like a manifesto. It started by comparing his manager to a Nazi leader and went downhill from there. I knew his manager pretty well and has previously worked for him. He was one of the better managers I have ever known but has little patience with incompetence. Almost no work got done that day because everyone kept talking to each other about that insane email.
At that same company a couple of years earlier, we had a bulletin board where new jobs were posted. They went up a week before they would get posted to the public so that internal people could transfer first. This guy Eric saw what he thought was his job posted. He was paranoid about getting fired and this confirmed it. He went to the stock room and smashed four brand new and very expensive microscopes on the ground and left for good. Of course, the job that was posted wasn’t his; it was a new posting for a similar job in another department.
About 15 years ago, SWMBO’s company was sued by a female employee. Her reason: she was the only female there NOT being sexually harassed.
I’m told her departure was a thing to behold: death threats, arson threats, cops having to be called, etc. Wish I’d seen it.
My second job was at a drive-in restaurant. This must’ve been in 1969 or 1970. The owner was a whorebitch from the bad side of Hell. She’d leave little stacks of coins around to see if anyone would steal them.
Anyway, she had a son. This little hellspawn was about 10 or 11 years old, and he treated the employees like they were his personal slaves. “Make me a cheeseburger! Bring me a strawberry malt!” If you said anything, he’d tell Betty (his mother, the owner), and she’d ream you out.
One day Glen decided that enough was enough. Little whineboy demanded something, and Glen picked him up and tossed him into the big vat of brown, soapy water where all of the greasy pots and pans were soaking. Then he announced, loudly, that he quit and walked out the door.
It’s not too hard to quit a job that only paid $1.15 per hour. I quit shortly thereafter, but not in any dramatic fashion.
Eh, there’s not much to tell. It was my first job, at a local grocery store, and I liked it there except for one person: one of the managers, a guy named George. He was a miserable, nasty, cheap, sleazy SOB. He used to hit on my best friend and a few other girls he thought wouldn’t give him a hard time about it.
He never liked me because I wouldn’t take his shit. One night, he got pissed at me for agreeing with a customer that the meat had been improperly wrapped (it was dripping all over the place, and lord knows that’s a health hazard, right?). So he called me over to the front office, screamed at me, and then sent me back out in tears. Said customer saw the whole thing and was really concerned and wanted to say something, but I begged him not to.
After he left, George yelled, “Kathi, get over here!” At this point, I had had enough of his shit. I yelled, “Leave me alone!” ran to the back, and called my aunt to come pick me up. Then I threw my smock on the counter and yelled, “I’m leaving!” and stormed out.
To put this into perspective, I had worked there for about, oh, almost three years, maybe, since I was sixteen. Our boss, Gene, was a hell of a guy and had told me on several occassions that he considered me one of our most reliable workers. My drawers ALWAYS balanced, customers liked me, and I only called off on rare occassions. I actually would have stayed there through the rest of college, if not for that asshat, George.
This wasn’t the first time he had me in tears, nor the first time he had reamed me, or another coworker out in front of customers. Plenty of people quit because of him, and plenty of customers thought he was a shithead.
Now though, that’s all water under the bridge. For almost a month now, I’ve been working at my new job at the Carnegie Science Center, which I adore. In fact, the ONLY thing I dislike is the commute. That’s it. And my new boss is totally cool and laid back.
I had to get the owner that did personnel, to take care of of a two woman cat fight. Both employees only got a write up, since they worked there so long.