When I worked retail in college my supervisor flat out told me the reason I don't like hiring young people is they walk off the job all the time.
Have you ever just walked off the job?
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The c00nery from an African supervisor is what caused me to walk off . He would treat us like shyt but it was all love with the white workers. I'm like we're both Africans, you don't need to snitch on me and treat me like an idiot every time I'm not doing things your way
Dak Pickscott
Shout out to Dallas my bih is a star
Only seen a CAC do this
Almost. At the time I called my father ( this company was just really pushing my buttons) and I called him for advice and to vent because I was seconds from doing it. I calmed down finish the day, put in my notice. I couldn't burn the bridge ( not that I cared about returning to work for them but for what they could potentislly say)
Yeah, my first regular job which was at Jack in the Crack . shyt was so ratchet as fukk and the associates for the most part, had the worst hygiene 
They were giving me the most work because of favoritism and my other Co workers were flat out lazy. Like they wanted to test me all the time because I wasn't ratchet or nasty as hell like they were. "Oh just have Lez do it cause he's such a good worker "
One day they were riding me too hard during the dinner rush and I called my mom to come pick me up and stormed the fukk outta there when she arrived
Three days later , I told the manager , (who wasn't there during the melt down days earlier and had no idea what happened) that I decided to quit
He was like
and I left my Co workers there like 
They were giving me the most work because of favoritism and my other Co workers were flat out lazy. Like they wanted to test me all the time because I wasn't ratchet or nasty as hell like they were. "Oh just have Lez do it cause he's such a good worker "
One day they were riding me too hard during the dinner rush and I called my mom to come pick me up and stormed the fukk outta there when she arrived
Three days later , I told the manager , (who wasn't there during the melt down days earlier and had no idea what happened) that I decided to quit
He was like
and I left my Co workers there like 
Shoulda went back a few days later as a customer to troll herMcDonald's. I already had another job and was getting cash there plus school, I just wanted to stack. The manager was a Mexican bytch that needed some sturdy dikk in her life it seemed, always with a foot up her ass.
So on my 3rd day I shyt you not, this bytch going OFF about everything. Middle of a damn Sat shift it's slow and she wants us to clean the whole restaurant.
one of those stay busy managers. She giving out jobs while spraying this shyt on the ceiling that's a mix of bleach, ammonia, and devil's piss. People are like choking and shyt and me and my guys where already cleaning the grill and doing other shyt to avoid made up work, she spots me. Tells me to clean the CEILING. Not even sure HOW she wanted this done because aside from not being able to inhale the shyt, I was not the tallest choice which probably meant a ladder for this shyt. Her: "clean this all up"
Me: "The ceiling??"
Her: "Yes, that's what I SAID"
I knew right then. I had never done a walk off before, but it was a sunny Saturday in my fukk it years and the time was now. The best part was my nikkas knew I had another gig and could have cared less so they started smiling soon as she did it knowing I just needed a reason. I looked at the gang, they looked at me
I took the apron off and started walking toward my jacket. It was then she said "so you are going to QUIT?
" all the bass out her voice and everything. It's like she was about to watch her power go out the door...I said "I'm not cleaning the fukking ceiling" This enraged her and she went to saying shyt about not coming back asking for my job again, and I just remember hearing giggles from coworkers and dapping my guys as I left throwing the apron on the grill and stepping out into the sunshine, air smelled different
I was working at Don Miguel in Dallas and walked out my second shift after this snitch mexican fakkit told on me 