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Aaaaaah Freak Out! The Best Fictional Ways to Say Goodbye to Your Job

By Sarah Carlson | Posted Under Seriously Random Lists | Comments (24)



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So, our dear Joanna is happy at her job. Good for her! As for the majority of us, we’re too damn busy daydreaming of ways to tell off our bosses and/or quit our jobs in a spectacular fashion than to find healthy ways to spend our downtime. That’s if we’re lucky enough to have jobs.

The following examples of the best freakouts at the workplace, whether they lead to quitting or being fired, are cathartic but not necessarily advisable. But if anyone can attest to these methods working in real life, I’m all ears.

Office Space: Quit On The Spot. If you’ve had enough of whatever management has put you through, don’t be afraid to display your middle finger and walk away. Immediately. (This entire movie is filled with suggestions — let us not forget the valiant Milton following through on his threats to set the building on fire.)

Bridget Jones’s Diary: Tell ‘Em How It Really Is. If your boss tries to call you out for resigning without a two-weeks notice, colorfully remind him of what a jerk he’s been to you. That’ll shut him up, especially if there’s an audience. You can freshen up the Saddam Hussein joke by using Muammar Qaddafi or Mahmoud Ahmadinejad instead. Just practice pronouncing them first so as not to ruin the effect.

The Paper: Fight For Your Rights. You’re losing an argument concerning an important issue. You don’t want to quit your job over it, but you don’t want to give in yet again to your superior, especially when you know they are wrong. So, take matters into your own hands. If anyone protests, don’t be afraid to put up a fight — literally.

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Network: Start Screaming. Told you were being laid-off? Screaming about it may help, especially if you do it on camera and can get complete strangers to back you in damning The Man. Of course, The Man may be cynical enough to then use your craziness to help his own cause, but it’s a risk you’ve got to take.

American Beauty: Try Blackmail. If you’re as clever as you think you are, try blackmailing your supervisor into a nice severance package. You’ve been eavesdropping on office gossip for years for a reason, haven’t you? Work the system.

Fight Club: Try Blackmail Mixed With Self-Abuse. Not all bosses can be verbally swindled by disgruntled employees. But if you can make it look as if things got physical during negotiations, you’ll not only freak your boss out but put him in a tough my-word-against-yours predicament. It’s not for the squeamish, or even the sane. If you’re going to do it, you must go all the way.

Hello, Dolly!: Create A Ruse. Let’s lighten things up a bit. Say you’re only looking for a day off work, and you know your boss will be out of town. Find a way to close the office (preferably without destroying it) so you can play hooky. And gosh darnit, you should sing while you do it! Just don’t run into your employer as you hit the town.

Jerry Maguire: Flip Out And Take Others With You. When canned, never leave without getting the last word. And instead of quick comebacks, make your exit a show-stopper. Flail those arms! Ignore those looks of concern from employees questioning your mental health! You weren’t kidding about that memo you stayed up all night writing, and you should accept the company of anyone brave enough to admit they agree with you. The more the merrier.

Half Baked: Make It Short, And Make It Count. Similar to Quit On The Spot but even more dramatic. At work, simply stop what you’re doing, tell everyone near you how you really feel about them and walk out. Sure, now you’re unemployed, and you just burned potential references. But oh, what a way to go.

Sarah Carlson has a front-row seat to the decline of the newspaper industry and may or may not be employing one or more of these tactics in the near future.










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Out there there's a world outside of Yonkers.
Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby.
There's a slick town Barnaby!

Out there, full of shine and full of sparkle.
Close your eyes and see it glisten, Barnaby.
Listen Barnaby!

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Oh yeah, that takes me back...

Posted by: Socrates_Johnson at August 11, 2011 12:15 PM

Oh, there are so many days that I really REALLY want to pull a Half Baked.

My favorite quitting story is still from the sporting equipment store I worked in during college. A kid went out for his lunch break and never came back, but three hours later called, whispered into the phone "I just can't come back there anymore. I can't do it. I just can't." and was never heard from again.

Posted by: Siege at August 11, 2011 12:16 PM

Well, crap. I finally got that song out of my head after watching Wall-E. Now it's back. I hate you Socrates_Johnson.

Posted by: BWeaves at August 11, 2011 12:18 PM

I did once quit (all nicey-nice, two weeks' notice and all) a really horrible, abusive job, and then proceeded to lure all the key IT employees over to my new job or give them new job tips and glowing references elsewhere. That was fun.

I had many, many fantasies about walking out the door of that place singing If I Had A Boat. "Kiss my ass, I've got a boat, I'm going out to sea."

Posted by: Wednesday at August 11, 2011 12:21 PM

You’ve been eavesdropping on office gossip for years for a reason, haven’t you?

Sadly, no. I am always the last one to know anything about anything, mainly because I never socialize with my coworkers.

Posted by: Todd at August 11, 2011 12:21 PM

Would you prefer "Elegance?"

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Yes New York! It's really us.
Baranby and Cornelius
All the guests of Mr. Hackl
Are looking great and feel spectacular
What a knack there is to that
Acting like a real aristocrat

We got elegance. If you ain't got elegance
You can never, ever carry it off.

Posted by: Socrates_Johnson at August 11, 2011 12:25 PM

I've always left most jobs on good terms. But my Mom is another story:

In one job, she was a supervisor in an Accounting Department. She did not work late, weekends or put in overtime. So, they told her that they thought they may have hired the wrong person for the job. She replied, "Yes, you did." And walked out. Never returned to the job.

In another job, she was told that her position was eliminated (in other words, laid off) and that they didn't expect her to finish out the week. She replied, "The week?! I'm not finishing the day!" And, walked out. The funny part about this one is that a week later, she had to go back to get some personal items off her desk.

Posted by: Shu Shu Fontana at August 11, 2011 12:50 PM

I left a big, stuffy law firm lately and left on good terms vis a vis the attorneys I worked with. As to the firm itself, they give you a completely insane list of administrative crap to do (and the onus is upon YOU to contact the various departments) before you leave. Now that I'm old and too beaten down to protest, I did the next best thing: "Yup, it's all taken care of." Did zero. Left.

Posted by: samantha t at August 11, 2011 12:58 PM

and the onus is upon YOU

Yeah, that's gonna happen...

This isn't exactly a quitting story, but a guy I worked with got canned for some bullshit reason. The next week they called him because they'd lost some data or something and wondered if he could retrieve it for them. Basically, they were asking him to do the job they had just fired him from. He said he'd do it for something like $10,000. It was very important, but they wouldn't pay him. So , they lost the client. Idiots.

Posted by: pissant at August 11, 2011 1:11 PM

Screaming?
Check
Threatening bodily harm?
Check
Brandishing a weapon?
Check (I worked in a commissary, butcher knives were handy)
Telling off co-workers
you betcha
Telling off the boss?
Oh baby yeah.

Best quit of the worst job I ever had. They're still telling employees about this nutjob.

It's nice to make memories.

Posted by: dahlia6 at August 11, 2011 1:17 PM

I too dream of imitating that Half Baked scene someday.

I've never quit dramatically, but I have left in the middle of the day. During the summer of my freshman year in college, I got a job making cold calls for a survey company - they didn't sell anything, but I had to call people and ask them to take a survey about a trade magazine that they subscribed to. After two weeks of people either yelling at me or hanging up on me, I couldn't take it anymore. At lunchtime, I went up to my supervisor and said, "I'm going to lunch and I'm not coming back." She didn't even bat an eye. They have a huge turnover there, apparently.

Posted by: MelBivDevoe at August 11, 2011 1:37 PM

My finest walk-out came courtesy of my first job, working in a fast food restaurant.

When pulled over the counter by a drunken customer who then attempted to shove his tongue down my throat, I shoved him off and told him to fuck off. My manager then gave me a dressing down in front of everyone and demanded that I go and apologise for my behaviour. After telling him that he could fuck off too in that case, I threw my cap at him and stormed out. Made slightly less fine by me having to wait outside for my lift home to arrive...

Posted by: Bumwee McGee at August 11, 2011 2:28 PM

I worked at a taqueria for 3 days. 3 days because the guys who ran the place were sick fucking stoners that threw a used tampon at me that they found cleaning the ladies restroom. The thing hit me in the back of my neck and got blood all over my hair and nape. I vomited on the floor and walked out. Got a call 2 hours later telling me im fired because i didn't clean up after myself. Figured they were fucking with me. I didn't say a word and hung up. And the 2 days before that were filled with me getting berated by the owners son because my mother was Mexican and i couldn't speak Spanish. Really? I got enough of that in high school from all the wannabes.

Posted by: Sad Rockstar at August 11, 2011 6:49 PM

i actually like my job i check fruits and vegetables for mold the good stuff goes on sale. the only thing i don't like to do is onions.

Posted by: Utah Dynamo at August 11, 2011 7:48 PM

Great list. The only one that comes to my mind as missing is Joe Vs. The Volcano. Every single time I look at fluorescent lights in an office I think about Tom Hanks doing his act where they are sucking the life out of him.

Posted by: DarthCorleone at August 11, 2011 8:00 PM

No mention of the stellar "break your special ergonomic keyboard over your best friend's face" scene from Wanted? I am disappoint.

Posted by: AngelArm45 at August 11, 2011 10:40 PM

Check out the movie Hercules Returns, fantastic way to quit. Does a presentation for a meeting involving a giant picture of a middle finger telling everyone to go fuck themselves.

Posted by: Ben at August 11, 2011 10:51 PM

In college I worked as a bartender at a hoity-toity private club. What a bunch of assholes haunt those joints!!

My boss told me to prepare a temporary bar in one of the ballrooms for a party later that day. "All the usual stuff, liquor, wine, beer ..." he said. Just as I was putting the finishing touches on it, in walks the lady hosting the party. Horrified, she asked, "What is all that BOOZE doing there??" Apparently she was a tee-totaller.

My boss walked in then, got a look at her face, realized he had made a mistake, then reamed me out, in front of her. He called me a "stupid fucking asshole" in front of the hostess. He was shorter than me, so I pulled up close to him, and told him to go fuck himself. He called me a child, saying "When I hired you I thought I was hiring an adult. Adults can take this stuff."

I replied, "When I came to work here, I thought I was working for an adult, and adults don't do this shit." With that, I walked out.

I heard a month later he was arrested for pilfering a side of beef from the club's meat locker ... ha!!

Posted by: handy_man at August 11, 2011 11:46 PM

ohh, @MelBivDevoe, i feel you so. i just got canned from a super shitty call center job earlier this week, for something my goddamn supervisor did that i got in trouble for by proxy. it was a gig selling magazines to do fundraising, which fails in general bc a) dead media, b) nobody has money to spare these days and c) nobody gives a shit about charities anyway and they all hang up on you or get pissy, so getting fired was almost liberating. it was ever such a proud moment walking the fuck out of that call center knowing i will never have to return.

Posted by: b at August 12, 2011 12:10 AM

Hive five, b. Enjoy your freedom.

Posted by: MelBivDevoe at August 12, 2011 8:28 AM

I was working part time for a crazy attorney who looked so much like Mr. Spacely from the Jetsons it was crazy. Whenever he got mad (which was often) the other girls who worked there would try to laugh it off and scream "JETSON!" The man ate a piece of message paper on which I had spelld the name incorrectly.
One day he made me cry again. I was 19 and I was sitting at the front desk and I realized, this is a part time job I do not need to be crying over this crap. Grabbed my stuff and left the phones ringing. Best day of my young life.

Posted by: daria at August 12, 2011 9:34 AM

"My boss walked in then, got a look at her face, realized he had made a mistake, then reamed me out, in front of her. He called me a "stupid fucking asshole" in front of the hostess."

I cannot STAND to see a lower-level employee reamed out by a manager. Honestly, is anybody stupid enough not to see that as an ass-covering move? Reminds me of attorneys who blame their secretaries/paralegals to judges, other lawyers, etc. It only makes you look out of control. I never, ever blame somebody else for a mistake that was either mine or happened on my watch.

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My Bullshit-o-meter is pegged.

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