Sounds like a burned bridge. Be careful if you burn too many you’ll be stuck alone on an island

I once quit during orientation.

I was a nurse’s assistant. Was looking for better pay than what I had. Applied to a nursing home. They jumped at a big dude with experience.

So, it comes to orientation. We’re doing a tour of the place, being given the usual “here’s the gloves, here’s the laundry” look-see.

This is during the early morning. We come down one hall, and there’s patients sitting, naked, in the halls in shower chairs. There’s feces on a couple of them. There’s feces under some of them.

The admin giving the tour just walks past like this is normal and acceptable.

I’m getting kinda pissed, but I figured that if they were hiring this hard, maybe it wasn’t the norm.

We turn the corner, and there’s a fucking patient being slapped. Repeatedly.

I flip my shit, start moving towards the douche doing the slapping. It’s the fucking director of nursing for the place.

I saw that name tag and told her to expect a call from every damn agency I could think of.

I walked the fuck out, right to a pay phone and called the cops. It didn’t amount to anything, since there were obviously witnesses that said I was full of shit.

But the state agencies and dss were not so lax. The place ended up shut down until it got sold to some chain company.

Stringing them along and wasting more of their time and money was the not a dick option? I’d say that’s the be more of a dick option. I’m all for walking out on a shitty job, but it sounds like their worst crime was not giving you as good an offer as somewhere else.

Yeah, because the shitheads lied about the job.

“Oh, yeah, you have to go to remote sites, but the average is only about a 20 minute commute.”

And then once they gave me the job, they assigned me nothing but clients that were all 60+ minutes out of town. I interviewed with other companies on the clock and then quit with no notice.

Fucking assholes.

I was desperate for a job after I had started over in a new city. I had a month to figure out how to pay next months rent. I got a call from Little Caesars to come interview, and as much as I despise food work, I felt I had little other choice.

They put me on the dough for my first day. It was hot and awful. Boring AF too. $8.00/hr. I got a phone call after “lunch” and it was for an interview to run a boost mobile on the other side of town… I walked straight out of Little Caesars and was hired the next day at Boost, which was more to my liking.

Yeah I’ve done this a few times. I used to work in construction, so jobs would often not be quite what they seemed from the job description, and sometimes the hiring people would lie. At one former job, I found out I was getting paid less than I was told in the interview, so I walked out. One job I worked for a day or two until we had to go up on a roof with bare joists and no one tied off. When I mentioned safety concerns they called me a pussy so I walked off. Nothing is worth falling off a roof into a bunch of construction debris.

Once upon a time I got a job working at a swimming pool supply store. For a total of about 15 min during my very first shift I was in the main room putting price stickers on things and whatnot. For the remaining hours of my shift I was back in the chlorine room filling up chlorine tanks. Tbf the pool store was following regulations as far as I know. I had goggles and gloves and the room had a big ventilation fan and all that. But even still, I got chlorine all over my skin and clothes and was perpetually dehydrated from the fumes. Had to run to the water fountain like a million times. Afterwards I decided there was no way I was going to work with chlorine all day every day until it killed me so the next day I came in and asked the manager if there was any way I could do other work and not be in the chlorine room. He was like, “unfortunately that’s the job”. So I told him, “ok I understand. In that case I don’t think this is going to work out. Thanks for the opportunity though!” And I left after only one shift. Shortest job I ever had.