Ask Slashdot: Why Did You Quit Your Last Job?
An anonymous reader writes: Plain and simple: What motivated or pushed you to leave your last job? Did you have any colleague or friend or family who had left their job for a similar reason?
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The first rat to leave the sinking ship gets the primo spot on the adjacent ship.
I should use this sig to advertise my book ISBN-13 : 978-1501515132.
Microaggressions - they were everywhere. The way people looked. The way the did not look. The way they spoke to me. The way they did not speak to me. Unbearable. Now I am without a job and am suing the company for discrimination.
Trump has done more to protect your job from Indians than any president since Carter.
I've left every job because I was poached with money.
Always with money, never poached using water?
"That's the way to do it" - Punch
My weekly experience at my job became too much like a Dilbert cartoon. So much that we actually printed off relevant ones and stuck them to the wall:
Regarding the latter, we actually bought kilts and wore them to work. Management complained. I went to HR and proved I was part Scottish. We compromised and Friday became shorts day. It was as close as I ever got to having a William Wallace moment, but without the face paint and all of the killing.
In 2001, was working as sr. engineer for a billion-dollar company, a new female boss was parachuted to our group. A month or so later, one Saturday late afternoon, I was reading a book at home when I got a call from her, asking if I'd like to have a drink as she was close by. How the fuck did she have my home address? Obviously she looked up my emergency contact info. There was no good cafe so I took her to a nearby bar. After 2 beers, she said she was dizzy, so I offered to drive her home, gentleman as I was. After she got in her car, she caught me by surprise by pulling me onto her. I knew her dizziness was fake, so I fucked her hard in that parking lot, then drove her home and did her again at her apartment. From then on, I fucked her 3 times a week on average. A year later, the company issued some kinda policy regarding zero tolerance for sexual harassment, with explicit example that looked quite similar to my case. I got scared, if she turned around and sued me for raping her, I'm fucked, so I quit. Since then, never dare to fuck my boss anymore.