5 Best Rage Quit Stories and What We Can Learn from Them

Then, his partner’s company suddenly exploded financially, in a good way. Massive bonuses, huge raises, very cool things happening. The two of them decided that they now have the money to move to Vermont, get married for real and basically retire. So at a store meeting, my automotive friend says he has an announcement. He tells us that after many years with our company, he’s retiring, effective immediately. He thanks us all for being good people to work with (we were, he was a cool guy) and that he enjoyed his time here. He then took off his name tag, walked over to the GM, and stood there for a moment. He then held his arm straight out in front of him, and dropped the name tag on the floor. His hand then rotated, arm still out, and morphed into the most perfectly formed middle finger I have ever seen. He then spoke 5 words, very quietly. “F— you, you hateful b—-.” He then turned, and walked out the door, head high and “hater’s gonna hate” strutting.

The rest of us were silent, as the GM turned bright red and stormed off to her office. Then we laughed and cheered.

TL;DR – Gay coworker gets harassed by a b—- of a GM, his partner gets rich, coworker tells GM what she is and walks out in style.

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Moral of the story: working at Panera sucks (although the food is still pretty bomb).

However, to fund their lavish ‘business’ trips, costs had to be cut at the store. They decided to do this by bumping me down to minimum wage for tipped employees – effectively cutting my salary to 1/10 of its previous level. They were also too chicken to tell me until I got my new teeny paycheck and questioned the mistake – ‘oh yeah haha forgot to mention that blah blah cost cutting blah valued team member please work with us through this difficult time’. I had worked for 2 weeks at this new lower rate without my knowledge. Pretty sure that’s illegal, but hey, a lot of illegal s— goes on in the restaurant industry. That’s not when I rage quit, though….

A couple of hours later, I’m fuming and have decided I can’t work for the lower rate, just waiting for the chance to give my notice. They called in a delivery guy who was fired a few weeks before, and start talking about hiring him to do our Facebook posts and handing out flyers around town. Whatever. Then they offer him close to my old salary as ‘Promotions Manager’! WTF? I was running the place for $2.13/hr and you’re offering this dude almost $20/hr to walk up and down the street saying ‘Eat at (Name)’? And yet, it gets worse.

They bring up our negative Yelp reviews and flyer guy suggests asking friends to post positive ones. Then d–cheboss starts laughing and says ‘Hurdur better not ask KnickersUp to post one, it’ll be boohoo don’t eat there, I can’t pay my rent this month because they cut my pay without telling wahhhh.’ I wasn’t supposed to hear it I think, but I was five f—ing feet away, of course I did.

I RAGED! Quit, told them to f— their job and good luck keeping the place open without me. They quickly realized I was right, neither of them knew how to do more than pick up the takings once a week, and begged me not to quit. So desperate were they, they allowed me to tell them exactly what f—ing idiots they were for the half hour my rage burned, and just listened nodding and apologizing. Once I had cursed myself back into calmness, I walked out 30 minutes before dinner rush leaving them with an unstaffed floor and no clue how to even open the register.

God, they were morons. I loved that they actually listened to me tell them exactly how stupid they were. No repercussions on my side, the restaurant industry isn’t known for checking references. The store closed down about 18 months later, surprised it made it that long.