Have you ever had one of those jobs that you absolutely couldn't stand under any circumstances? If so, you're not alone. Many people hate their jobs, and some even quit almost immediately after being hired. Sometimes the pay isn't high enough, sometimes management is just the worst, and sometimes employees realize that not even a steady paycheck is worth losing a limb or digits.
Certain new hires take a while to acknowledge that their respective jobs aren't great fits, but others nope out immediately. They hear one angry word from the boss or get assigned to work the kitchen solo right before Super Bowl Sunday, and they bounce. And truly, who can blame employees who value their mental and physical health over the drudgery and disillusion of a terrible job? Redditors collaboratively dished on how quickly they noped out of a toxic work environment.
It's Better To Have Your Fingers Than A Steady Paycheck
From Redditor /u/IamtheBiscuit:
It was a shop that refurbished train suspension hydraulics. 40% of the guys were missing [at least] part of a finger, [maintenance] guy was missing 4 on one hand and 1.5 on another. Half the guys were high and the guy training me stormed out half way through the second day.
I was like yeeaaah, I'm just going to dip out now...
Don't Ever Work At A Sports Bar By Yourself On Super Bowl Sunday
From Redditor /u/Feralmedic:
Many years ago I worked at a popular sports bar as a line cook. First day they had me train with a guy who didn’t speak English for 2 hours. Not a huge deal. Mostly you observe people in a kitchen and that’s how you learn. Owner came back and said she was scheduling me to be alone the next day... which was super bowl Sunday.
Noped out of there so fast. Left right then and there.
If You Even Hear A Whisper About Vector, Leave Immediately
From Redditor /u/bowenoutofstyle:
Walked in to a “group interview” as a young moron, the second I heard the word “vector marketing” I bounced.
If They Make You Talk To The Police Your First Day, You Don't Want That Job
From Redditor /u/AvocadoVoodoo:
Three days after my two week training.
I was supposed to be a seasonal temp worker for a national propane company. The job distribution and training consisted of taking calls off-hours for people who wanted refills and acting as a messenger service, referring their contact info their local "store" when they opened the next day. Easy-Peasey.
When I got out onto the floor, I found I was actually expected to be a dispatcher for drivers AND ALSO FIRST POINT OF CONTACT FOR ALL EMERGENCY SITUATIONS. Things I had never been so much as briefed on in training.
My first shift I had to field a call from a local police officer who was on site to a horrific propane truck crash. I got to wake the guy's district manager... tell him his worker was dead, and the overturned truck was blocking a few lines of the freeway and the police were trying to get a hold of him.
That was just the start: A customer got the smell of garlic and eggs in the house? I got the call. (What do I do next, Miss Dispatcher? "F*ck if I know. Get out of the house ASAP?") CO detector is going off? I got the call. (Instead of 911 for some reason?!)
I had ZERO interest in being [an] underpaid, not-trained emergency dispatcher. It's the only job I took off on without giving a 2 week notice. I was nice enough to finish out my shift on the third day, but that was it.