Today I let 2 of my cleaning clients go because...

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1. shitty message from one complaining half an hour spent scrubbing their limescale crusted shower screen wasn’t long enough.
   I even take a toothbrush to get in the awkward parts. To me it was gleaming. How can I clean a 3 bed house & iron in 2 hours if 1/2 hour on the shower isn’t long enough. They were there so timed me !
   & has I nicked their used cleaning cloths ? I hadn’t.
   £10 ph they can scrub their own shit.

2. customer complained because I hadn’t found the shoe insoles they had asked me to look for whilst cleaning

What has made you leave a job ?

I left a job because after a day away from work (previously agreed), I walked in to a load of abuse because of something that had happened (or rather not happened) in my absence. The old scroat threw f's and c's at me like there was no tomorrow, I let him finish his tantrum, then reminded him I'd been off for the day but said I would go and find out what happened and I'd like my P45 at the end of the month. I left that day.

This was a job that two weeks after starting the previous person called and asked me if the nightmares had started - they had, literally the night before. It turned out that since she'd left there was one girl who walked out at lunchtime, and another who lasted 3 days.

I did well to last the 5/6 months I managed, and in that time it became clear he was in the early stages of dementia. I spent 6 weeks working on a project he set me which when presented with my work, he denied having requested. What the heck he thought I was doing, and what all my meetings were about during that time I have no idea.

He was stepping out on his wife, who found out when I phoned their home after trying all his other contact numbers in an emergency situation. He came into work with a black eye after that. The wife was also a piece of work, and told him that I'd said something SHE actually said on the phone one day. It was fair to say that they deserved each other.

I have never spent so much time apologising for someone else's behaviour - at venues and restaurants where he'd leave staff in tears. He really thought that his money meant he could speak to people however he liked. Highly unpleasant.

I left my last job when the manager/owner of the opticians called me in to have a word. I'm thinking to myself... Oh flip, here we go again,......what imaginary slight have I now caused!!

Well apparently he didn't like the way I spoke to the other members of staff. It was my usage of the word TA instead of the word THANK YOU!!! What a tosser lol. Left a month later after being there for four years

I left a nursing job because in the absence of senior staff (they'd wandered off to do 'admin' as we were quiet) I'd relocated from theatre 1 to the empty threatre 2 (having checked with the slightly more senior nurse working in 3) as we had a case with necrotising fasciitis flesh eating bug and the theatre needed to be washed down. but we still had operations to do.

Senior staff came back and flipped out about us using another theatre not pausing to hear why and I might have had a mini-rant which ended in me telling them to not bother putting me on the end of the next rota as I'd go get a piece of paper and quit now.

I walked out of a job when the manager took the fuses out of all the heaters and decided we didn't need any heating on. It was about 9 degrees outside. I get grumpy when I'm cold . . .

My worst ever job was in some facet of British Rail – I worked for this horrible woman who lectured me for a good 15 minutes on how important ‘discretion’ was as they often had ‘top ranking celebs’ (Princess Anne was about to visit - once) and then this woman told me that a) her boss’s daughter looked like a ‘cartoon dog’ and b) the woman who worked next door was a virgin.

She also said that I wasn’t allowed to look closely at the filing system as it was ‘highly sensitive information’. When I asked how I could file them if I couldn’t read them, she told me off for being ‘cheeky’.

The final straw was when her hallowed highness Princess Anne visited. Well apparently there was a Republican in the building, and on that day the staff were ordered not to use the toilets on the second floor, to keep them pristine for the Princess. At one point, somebody snuck in and left a large poo on the floor. There was talk of keeping the staff in till someone ‘confessed’!

No it wasn't me. But I did get up and leave, leaving the nasty woman shouting: 'You can't go until we've got to the bottom of this!'

I walked out of a job fairly recently. Had to take a day off because someone in a pub accidentally smashed tall glass and a huge shard embedded in my arm. A&E, several stitches etc. Very physical job so could never have worked when I couldn't life my arm. Rang boss (total bully) in the morning who swore at me quite a lot, then hung up. I never went back. They made it very difficult to get my last paycheck too. Cunts! Luckily it was a stopgap shitty PT job as extra income with no actual contract so I could walk away fairly easily.

Left my last well paid managerial job because of my micro managing arsehole boss. Can't say too much as specifics might be outing, but "Let me show you how to make a list" was a personal favourite, seeing as I was managing a £2 million budget successfully.

Wanker.

Worked for a party product company in customer service. One morning, a woman started ranting down the phone because a 1st birthday banner had been left out of her order. I apologised and refunded her whole order which was worth about £80. She still said she wanted compensation as her ONE year old daughter's birthday party had been "ruined". When I got off the call, I was berated by my manager for not being empathetic enough. I left shortly afterwards....

My first ever Saturday morning job in a small local greengrocer shop. The owner-manager used to send me down to the dark cellar to get the mushrooms and would always follow me down and grope my boobs and bum in the narrow stairwell. He was in his 60s and I was only 13 [paedo]

Posh house where clearly they hadn't done a single thing since the last visit

I don't get this comment. Surely people don't have a cleaner and clean themselves in between?

I worked in a cafe as a teenager. There was another girl working there too, but she spent all her time chatting to her friend who visited, and slagging off the girl who’d apparently stolen one of their boyfriends. No boss to be seen. I did everything - washing up, preparing food, serving it etc. I was too scared to say anything as they were older than me and petty rough.

On day 3 I had had enough. I was outside wiping tables, and the other girls were inside chatting. So I just put my cloth down and walked home! They must have had a hell of a shock when they noticed the queue building up!!

floribunda

To some people, having a weekly cleaner means that they leave all their clothes on the floor for someone else to pick up and put in the washing basket/ wash, and that every item they've used which is not dishwasher proof is left in the sink. The dog pees on the floor - that's left to dry in. Little Tarquin projectile vomits onto the velvet curtains? Ditto. Piles of dried mud which has chipped off wellies - waiting to be swept up. Bits of dropped weetabix left to set like concrete.

You would be surprised . . .

Oh I see, yes, that would be taking not cleaning between cleans rather too far.

I have a 3 bedroom and it takes my cleaner 4 hours to clean! Which I think is a reasonable time!

I once briefly worked for an American manager. He would go into a rage over the slightest thing, shouting and throwing things. He once stomped into his secretary's office, having a screaming fit because she couldn't find a file. He got so mad that he opened a filing cabinet and emptied all the files out of all four drawers, throwing them around the room in a rage. His secretary calmly picked up her coat and bag, stepped over the files and left, never to return. Most of us followed shortly after. I've never seen such a lack of control in an adult.

I was a temp for quite a long time in my 20s (last recession, degree in modern languages that was useless on its own without experience to back it up), and some of the bosses and co-workers I encountered would fill a book.

Mostly I've left permanent jobs for promotion or relocation reasons, but I left one because of a psychotic boss and impossible workload, and I left another because the managing director sent the whole company a message one Friday afternoon, timed to send at 4.02pm, just after he'd left for the day, telling us we were all useless.

They're going to be two of the main characters in my future best-selling "How Not To Be A Manager" book series.

I worked PT at Asda. I came back after a knee replacement, and was told by a Manager to ask if I needed help pulling cages of stock onto the shop floor. I asked a new supervisor for help, and he said if I couldn't do the job I should leave.
So I wrote a resignation note and left there and then.

I left a job because my boss was making me work overtime without paying me (so she could have after-work phone calls off radar) She was shagging the (married) person I would have had to complain to. It was easier to walk away, even though I loved the company I was employed by.

I left a job when my boss cocked up a job, lied to the client, and when said client came in to discuss it my boss hid in the storeroom and expected me to cover up on his behalf. I told him to stick his job and walked out (and told the client he was hiding)

Through an agency I was a 'contact worker', you picked kids up who were in foster care and took them to their contact session, and had to sit in with them and supervise. You had to also fill in a form about what happened in a contact session, including general comment on parents behaviour.
I really wasn't comfortable doing it, had no training and when I realised why some of these kids were in care in the first place I just wasn't happy that what I wrote, which was basically my untrained opinion, may have bearing in court. I did 3 sessions then quit. Awful job and shouldn't have been open to untrained people.

I'd been there about a week. It was 11am and I thought I'd make a tea/coffee for everyone. On the way to the kitchen I passed the senior partner's office so asked if he'd like one. He SHOUTED at me that he ALWAYS has a coffee at 10.30 and where was his coffee and why hadn't anyone done him one at 10.30? I was horrified that anyone would shout at me for asking if they want a coffee. So I said well you know where the kitchen is and didn't make him one. He moaned to the manager about me who then told me off. Fuck that! I went home and didn't go back. Wankers.

Good number of years ago - took a job, allegedly to look after an elderly gentleman, in his own home. Private Nurse Agency was costing them a fortune. On the first day, the wife, quite literally, met me as I arrived in the kitchen, with the hoover. Slogged for a week - took my first, and last, wage. Wouldn't have minded if the arrangement had been to do housework - but the family had been really sneaky.
Another, again, many years ago - had taken a post as a Staff Nurse in a Care Home. Very well-known, national company. Did one shift and informed them I wouldn't be back.

Thanks Yabbers!

I left a job shortly after my father died and my employer arranged a meeting for the afternoon of the funeral which was clearly in the calendar and had previously been approved. When I complained, politely saying it was also hurtful to remind them the reason I had that day off, they said I needed to be flexible so they moved the meeting back by an hour, arguing that the funeral was at 11 and the meeting was now at 3.30, surely enough time to get to the meeting and I was being unreasonable. I told them where to shove their job. I had one and a half days of leave when my Dad died, half a day when he actually passed and a day for the funeral, only one of which was given as compassionate leave. This was at a global organisation that made many millions in profit every year.

As a sole breadwinner it was a nervous time afterwards and I took a massive pay cut for three years in a job I ended up loving and used up all my savings to keep on top of bills.

I've left a job* having started at 9 am on Monday morning, I went for a breath of fresh air, never to be seen again.

Only myself and the business owner in the office, handed me a phone book to copy data from it onto the database, I went to put on the radio nope cos its distracting from work apparently so in silence (absolutely no chat at all) bar the clack on the keyboard, my chair wasnt adjustable, nor the workstation so at bad angles, no room to put my feet under the keyboard shelf either or enough lead to move it more comfortable for me.

By 11am, I needed the loo so I asked where it was, the very far end of the complex and up a flight of stairs and owner informed me that I had "earned" 2 mins in which to go although I hadn't fulfilled the full time.

When I questioned this, every 30 mins worked had "earned" me 30 seconds toilet time and so had been working for 2 hours. I was stopping and starting and stretching and trying to find a comfortable way to balance the phone book, sit comfortable on plastic chair and not kill my neck permanently as was looking up high at monitor and while keyboard was in front of me, I had to sit my legs to the side so no comfort at all so "obviously" I wasnt working the full 2 hours.

By the time would have got to loo at the far end of complex and up the stairs that took the majority of the 2 mins to get there, when I came back into the office owner gave a rant about my messing about and timewasting. I had literally only come back to pick up my jacket and bag.

I was on a YTS so wasnt strictly employed by him or paid directly or indirectly, he had approached the schemes as had jobs going leaving lots out about conditions.

On my way back from the toilet, I spotted someone I knew vaguely who had one of the offices who allowed me to use their phone to ring my placement officer who advised me to leave and she would meet me asap. He never had anyone else from that provider and I believe word spread fast.