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@Piffle
I temped at a large company and my managers were evil, completely incompetent and also had shit fashion sense. They had lied to my face and stringing me along about a perm FT position, saying I would get it before the end of 2013 and then that there was no money for a full time person - all while hiring 4 new FT people and several new part timers. I was had landed my current job on a Monday and decided to quit on Wednesday. We had moved into a new space and there were also a ton of things that were wrong ith the building including the security gates not recognizing cards of dozens of employees and us having to literally sit at the door on multiple floors to let them in; not being allowed to lower blinds so we could actually see our computer screens because they wanted clients to see the amazing view of new jersey and the parking lot across the street, and most recently being mandated to sign in and out of the building with an email to our boss when we come in in the morning, leave for lunch and leave for the day. Like fucking children.
I chose Wednesday because there was going to be department-wide meeting and, unlike the previous 3 meetings, I was going to be allowed to go this one. (Before that I had stay at the reception desk or commute to the second office and miss the meeting). Wednesday morning I go in like normal, having told 3 of my coworkers that I was quitting, no one else on the 18 people team knew. Before people start coming in clear out my account in the vending machine and get a stockpile of snacks and breakfast bars. As the meeting starts I email my temp agent telling them I won't be returning the next day then I shut down my station. I walked up to the floor above to pick up my letter of resignation because none of the 3 desks of receptionist were set up to have printers even after months of us asking requesting them.
I walked into the meeting 15 minutes late in my jacket and with my bag filled with junk food. My coworkers were sitting at the round table all facing me and my boss had her back to me/the door. I walk up beside her, say sorry for being late and waiting for her to look up at me, but she's such a bitch she doesn't even deign to raise her gaze from her keyboard.
I say "Sorry, I'm late. I'll be checking out for lunch," I throw my ID card and letter down on the table near her laptop, "...forever" I turn and walk out as my coworkers erupt into screams and laughter.
It was kinda the best thing ever
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