I’ve only had one job that I quit (well, without notice when I took the job, like summer work). I did give two weeks’ notice, though I didn’t feel I owed it to them.
I had a horribly awful boss. I was trained over the span of several months by a woman who often vocally (and around me, though not TO me) complained that she had never wanted to train people and felt it was just awful that she was being so put upon. This individual, while often sociable, would lie about training me badly and put the blame on me.
A typical review meeting (weekly with trainer and supervisor):
Supervisor: I heard you did X! This is awful and completely against the rules!
Me: (shocked) I’m sorry, that’s how I was supposed to do it. I saw other people doing it this way when they were demonstrating for me.
Trainer: Nobody does it this way.
Supervisor: I could have you fired for that! It’s against the rules in the training manual!
Me: No, it’s not. I’ve read the manual several times [aside: because of poor training, I didn’t have much else to do. Other people would be surfing the web and I wasn’t allowed because I was in training, but they wouldn’t teach me anything] and it’s not in there.
Trainer: Yes it is!
Me: Ok, can you show me where it is?
Supervisor and Trainer look through manual.
Supervisor: Ok, it’s not in there. But this is a rule. We tell all of our trainees this rule.
Me: I’m sorry, nobody ever told me this rule.
Trainer: Yes, I did. I tell everyone this.
Me: We never even covered this. I just read the manual and took the test, and it’s not on the test.
Trainer: No, I did!
Supervisor: We train everyone on this!
Me: [getting worn down] I’m sorry, I’m trying to do what I’m supposed to do. Now that I know, it won’t happen again.
[Supervisor and trainer continue to tag-team berate me for several minutes.]
Now, said supervisor took to coming in every morning (I worked third shift, so I would dread the end of my shift) and glare at me, and ask my co-workers questions about my performance in my presence without looking at me or acknowledging me in any way. She got in the habit of, whenever she needed to berate me about something, coming over and saying “I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!” rudely. Eventually she poked me really hard when she did it, and it hurt. That was pretty much it. I don’t like being touched without permission and I found this really abusive.
Eventually I started contemplating running my car into trees on the way to work and fantasizing about being hospitalized because I wouldn’t have to go to work and dread all day getting chewed out at the end of my shift. I have always been a motivated worker, and every job I’ve ever had before had supervisors that (while sometimes taking advantage of my time and my work ethic) would praise me. I hated feeling like a slacker when I was trying so hard. I decided to quit. Now, with two weeks notice, they’re still screwed because it’s 3 months of training (it was a 911 dispatch center). Because of the nature of the job I would have felt really bad just quitting without notice, because someone has to staff these places for the safety of citizens. On the other hand, they weren’t getting more than two weeks because I wanted to keep my sanity.
That morning, my supervisor came in. I looked at her and said out loud, not discreet at all (just as she did with me): “I need to talk to you.” I went into her office and said I was quitting and this is my two weeks notice. This panicked look came into her eyes and she said (I shit you not):
“I’m sorry to hear that. I thought you would have been a great dispatcher.”
I must have looked at her like she was from another planet. I mean, WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY THAT BEFORE INSTEAD OF CHEWING ME OUT EVERY DAY?! I was so shocked, I just said thank you, but I couldn’t deal with the “work environment”.
Word got around pretty fast. People starting coming up to me and congratulating me. Before this, everyone was really backstabbing, trying to make all their mistakes appear to be mine (because I was new and was a convenient scapegoat) or were just generally distant. Now, half the crew, the young people that weren’t ‘in’ with the supervisor, came over and would quietly tell me how much they hated the job but that they couldn’t afford to quit. People out and out said that they envied me and wished I would take them with me.
Every day, the supervisor would come in all ticked off and look at me. I just glared back. If she had said anything I would have walked out and never finished my tenure there. She never did say anything to me and never chewed me out again.