quiting jobs

so ive always been one to work at jobs for a good amount of time and have always been cool with my boss's, worked hard, and for a job, enjoyed em. well in my life ive taken two different jobs in this one shopping center at two different points in time and both have ended up horrible ass jobs. im also not one to just quit so i make sure my exit is always a great one.
the first job i had when i was 17 and was baggin groceries at a organic grocery store. we would occasionally make some tips and the cashier chicks were all pretty good looking. the only problem with the job was this dick ass manager named rick. rick was a short guy, balding, and just plain annoying to be around. he would always have me do stuff that no other manager would make me do, basically he'd push off a few of his lil jobs on me and then sit in the break room and read the newspaper. well if im doing lil jobs im not bagging groceries wich means im not making any tips. well one day he has me being a janitor for my whole shift and was just pissin me off. im making my rounds grabbin garbage bags and the motherfucker is posted with his feet on the table reading the newspaper doing jack shit when theres lines at the registers...the night goes on like this. one of the cashiers was siding with me and telling me to just quit, actually daring me to quit. so i jump on the microphone and announce, "attention fresh market customers, today we are having a special on lazy ass managers named rick and i fucking quit, peace." so i hung up the microphone, and walked out, got in my car and roasted my tires for an epic burnout(my car being a 74 gremlin, 304 v8 with open headers, loud as all hell). the cashier called me after her shift telling me how rick came flying out of the brake room seeing red and then had to do all of my jobs for the rest of the night.

now fast forward to being 23, going to welding school and needing some p/t work i applied at this deli in the same parking lot. they hired me on the spot and everything seemed sick, making some money, eating fire sandwiches and working with some cute ass chicks. i get all trained fairly quickly, hit it off with all of management.
well one afternoon before work a buddy stopped by to grab some nugs that i grabbed to split with him and he packed up a fat bowl. not thinking much about worked we chilled and got baked. within the hour i have to go to work and on the way realize i look pretty baked, so i show up and get straight to work, organizing my area, cleaning, taking orders. one othe cooks calls me out and i deny it with a smile. so then my manager calls me out. up until this point this manager had been the coolest, nicest, most helping one there. i simply deny it and keep working. a lil later he asks me to run to publix to grab hot dog buns...publis is like 3or4 miles away and so i go. I DID NOT SMOKE ANYMORE cause i was fine and didnt want to. i didnt find the buns right at first cause its not my ussual publix. i get the buns and show back up and have a delivery waiting. my manager is pissed that took to long at publix and tells me to hurry up with the delivery. i take it and am back in no time. i went up to him and apologized for publix taking long, there was only one register open and i hit a couple of traffic lights. he just kinda blows me off so i think nothing of it.
the next day i get a call saying their slow and dont need me in, and a text from a chick saying she over heard that manager asking about drug testing and how he wants to give me one. then another text saying their most likely just gna fire me.
So i write a two weeks notice as proper and sarcastic as possibly could. i show up for my next shift early and grab a meal for 1/2 off, put my two weeks notice on my table and strart eating. when the manager came up to me he asked if he could talk to me. i said sure but first i had a letter for him. i handed him a typed letter with all the managers names on it saying how i dont feel that i can work to my potential in such an enviroment and that i dont feel this is the company for me. he reads it and goes, "weird i was trying to talk to u about terminating you" and my replied, " well no need its right there that i quit" and so i never had to work there again, but the shitty thing about it was he was the coolest manager to me the whole time i was there and he told me a buncha drug related stories and party stuff and i thought he was cool, but definately not, well anyways karma's a bitch cause a week later he got fired for stealing money.


anyone got some good quitin stories?

 

yeah he sucked, and had tattoos on the side of his head from his "rave" days and FAGGOT across his stomach in rainbowed old english...ud think he wouldnt give a shit about coming in high but i guess i ruffle his faggy feathers lol