I have, a few times.

One was a place where I got treated so bad that I developed an acute stress reaction and it gave me a mental breakdown.

The other was a job at a meat packing factory which I did do for a few months, then got a job as a taxi driver so I just never showed up at the factory again. It was a shitty job, but so was the taxi driving tbh.

Also quit a paper delivery job after two nights after I realized that nobody can make the deliveries in the time given, the pay was a total joke. Was forced to go alone into very shady buildings with broken elevators and broken glass on floors.

Walked away from a similar cleaning job too where the actual cleaning took like 4 hours minimum but was dictated to only taking 2.

And also quit a telemarketing thing where you were expected to con old people to buying newspapers or whatever, without any pay other than by sale.

Then there’s been a few where very shady small business tyrant types have tried to get me to take a super shady contracts, I’ve just ghosted those.

Have also gotten fired a few times during training, one time was because the small business tyrant couldn’t handle my partner and kid coming to see me at work. It was apparently very unprofessional (I was a baker and bread seller and they visited me on the counter).

In the public sector now and I have no problems whatsoever.

Edit. Forgot the two berry picking summer jobs that I only lasted days in. The first was a farm where the farmer would load us into a windowless truck that he also used to transport fur animals and never cleaned, it was pretty traumatizing. The reason given was that this way we could not see where his precious strawberries grow and steal them.

The other was a place where we were boarding on the farm and the living conditions were pretty disgusting, there was some drug use in the place and I was like 15 and pretty cushioned from stuff at the time so I took the bus home after two days.

Both of these paid only by how much you pick, work was from dawn to dusk. These are the places that are these days making headlines regarding human trafficking.

On the verge of it right now to be honest, being treated like absolute shit at my job by the leadership and now my coworkers too. Stuff going wrong being blamed on me despite having nothing to do with it, being given the worst most involved tasks that keep me late every day, just generally being the bottom of the pecking order and taking the fallout for everybody else’s issues since I’m the most junior. But I’m committed to forcing them to fire me, I’ll never quit unless there’s something new lined up, because I’d want that unemployment benefit.

Quit a job at McDonald’s last year. I was gonna walk out mid shift. Thing is, most of the supervisors up to and including store manager were fine to great. Store manager in particular was a great guy. But! There was a higher up who came in on weekends, when I worked. He was a nasty bullying asshole and every time he was in the building stress went through the roof. Once threatened to sack me because he was in a bad mood. Not reading between the lines, that’s literally what he told me. I heard he was coming in one day, supervisor started his whole “come on guys we have to make everything perfect for Adrian!!!”, and I just fucking couldn’t any more. Bad enough the way he was to me but the way this guy got off on bullying the literal children who made most of his money for him had me thinking things I prefer not to think.

Yeah, it was for apart-time position designing enamel pins, and one of the examples the art director showed me was a “Hi, my name is…” style pin that said “HI, I’m a Zionist” as part of a set with more specifically anti-Palestinian sayings. He said about 50% of the work was designing pins for military contractors, basically good-boy medals for people who turn brown kids into crispy skeletons. I went to the second interview to basically ask them if they had any standards, and the wider group said no Nazi stuff, no KKK, and nothing against abortion. I told them that those didn’t make a line that they wouldn’t cross, but a stripe, and that while I didn’t expect them to change their sales model based on a single part-time designer, that it was morally reprehensible that they still made the sorts of pins for clients they they’d openly showed me during the first interview.

Yeah, back when I was a chef, I was bottom of the pecking order and it sucked. Always being treated like shit by everyone, my coworkers, the boss, the customers, even the new apprentice figured out that they could cover up their own fuckups by blaming me and everyone else would agree with it. And I just snapped one day and got in my car and instead of heading to work, I just drove for like 8 hours to a city on the other side of the country and spent a few days in a hotel. Almost ran over a guy at a construction site on the highway, other than that I don’t remember anything about that trip, I was just so utterly destroyed by that job I didn’t have anything left.

Nah, I don’t even make it that far. Typically I just get “terminated with cause” the first time I get sick or need a disability accomodation.

Not at first but after a while I started to notice which places weren’t going to give the bare minimum in respect for human beings.

They know it too, places like that tend to be more surprised if you give two week’s notice

Oh yeah. Before my last year of college, I had a summer internship and got used to having some money. It wasn’t much, so I figured a barista job would suffice and went to the student union to apply. Thing is, you don’t apply to just the coffeeshop, you have to apply to the food court as a whole and they decide your fate from there. The gods were angry with me that day and I found myself in Sbarro’s training. I got through the pizza-making practice but apparently not well enough to be given that job; I was to bus tables.

On my first night, I learned that the dishwasher had a similar arc but ended up in a worse position what with the scalding water and all. He would complain every time I brought pizza trays, which was often.

“I didn’t want to work here, I wanted to work at the coffee shop.”

“Washing pizza trays is the worst”

“If you bring me any more pizza trays I’m going to quit”

“[silence]”

“[absence]”

I didn’t know for sure if he quit or just stepped out, so I just kept piling up the pizza trays. The manager comes up to me at the end of the shift: “the dishwasher is nowhere to be found and there’s a big pile of pizza trays in the back. Could you get on that?” That’s when I decided that I’d rather be poor, said no and left.

yeah one time my coworker said some real rude shit to me at a company happy hour and i just walked out and never said anything to anyone from that job again

Got tired of being micromanaged by my boss, so after a weekend of partying, I walked into my job 30 minutes early, shook hands with everyone that I liked, grabbed my box, and rolled out as my boss was arriving, 15 minutes late.

Yeah, it fucking rules.

oh hell yeah, I’ve walked out on tons of bullshit jobs when i was younger. some shift manager Burger lord ain’t gonna power trip on my ass, I’m fuckin outta here and on to the next slop joint down the road

My friend I have done almost nothing but ghost jobs my whole life. At some point it did become a thing where I blamed myself, thought myself lazy or unable to handle basic work routines. But then I got a job that clicked with my personality and it was a brand new world. I realized I’m not a lazy piece of shit, just that the most common and accessible jobs don’t work for me. In fact I actually do have skills and can accomplish things and have an adult professional life. I was extremely lucky to fall into a rando position which I never considered or desired. Turned out it was a good fit. Most people don’t get lucky and are forced to put up with that shit and look down on themselves for not living up to Burgermart’s mission statement or something.

I had a mental breakdown at my last job and I just kinda stopped coming in.

i was wfh my first (and last) real corporate software job and i just stopped answering the phone. i was having a mental breakdown and i ended up going to the psych ward and they paid me a stipend for like 2 years then i quit and grabbed holiday pay for that period too. fucking suckers