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Ask Slashdot: Why Did You Quit Your Last Job?

Posted by msmash on from the inside-your-mind dept.

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?

5 of 540 comments (clear)

  1. The company was going to fail. by TechyImmigrant · · Score: 5, Funny

    The first rat to leave the sinking ship gets the primo spot on the adjacent ship.

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    I should use this sig to advertise my book ISBN-13 : 978-1501515132.
  2. Microaggressions by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 5, Funny

    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.

  3. Re: India, thanks trump by reanjr · · Score: 2, Funny

    Trump has done more to protect your job from Indians than any president since Carter.

  4. Re:Poached with money by Oswald+McWeany · · Score: 5, Funny

    I've left every job because I was poached with money.

    Always with money, never poached using water?

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    "That's the way to do it" - Punch
  5. straight out of Dilbert by Jaegs · · Score: 5, Funny

    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:

    • micromanagement bordering on obsessiveness
    • incompetent marketing and (some) management
    • being passed over for raises
    • not being interviewed for internal positions for which I was qualified, because:
      1. they did not want to rehire my position, or
      2. nepotism, or
      3. both
    • asinine dress code (women could wear skorts in the summer, but men could not wear shorts, even when working in non air-conditioned areas)

    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.