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

[AnotherNightCooking]

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 nearly walked out of my last job multiple times but somehow survived up until when I had to leave to move away. I was pushed to the point of full on tears far too often. Some of the staff were so cliquey and in addition would frequently stand around doing no work, just chatting & being on their phone. There were staff members who'd bitch about not only me but also my family, yet I was in the wrong for reporting this??? Horrible environment to work in and I'm so glad I'm away from it now.

I’ve dumped cleaning clients before op. One screamed at me because I showed up (on time) and interrupted her yoga session.
One was a hoarder and expected me to clean up the dog poo which was all over her carpets.
Ones who expect me to clean their entire house which would take days because it’s absolutely filthy, in two hours.
One who didn’t need a cleaner but wanted the neighbours to see she had a cleaner so she’s make me stand outside with cleaning stuff to make sure they got a look.
And this one is sad but some just want the company and stand talking for ages before I can start. Which is time wasted if I have a lot of houses to do.

I left my last job because my clusterfuck of a manager discussed openly and rudely about my medical condition to nearly all my stakeholders.

I left a job working for Witherspoon’s by walking out half way through a shift.

I had asked a girl for id. She didn’t have it and was blatantly underage. And the manager served her saying that if we were caught he would just blame me.

So I walked out

Kid stabbed me in the hand with a fork because I asked her to sit nicely at the table and her parents told ME to apologise to HER for making her cross enough to do it.

That day was payday so I walked out and didn’t go back

I worked in a tanning salon and was told I could use the sunbeds for free any time I liked as long as he could watch. I left that day.

@AnotherNightCooking I'd pay you double to get the limescale off my shower screen!! CF! BTW what do you use to get it off if I'm not being cheeky asking 😁

I’ve been quite lucky with my managers, they’ve been really good, my current one can be hit and miss but I know how to play him as worked with him 10 years. I know someone who left a job because she was asked to clean a toilet.

My cleaner has been looking after the house for a few years now. She's discreet, but we've known each other long enough that she can have a bit of moan occasionally of how some of her other customers treat her.

As far as I'm concerned, she's a professional. She's got the knowledge and experience.

(And, when she's finished with it, our shower screen is beautiful.)

I've worked many jobs over the years, some through a temp agency; the last several years in the NHS. One temp job was outstanding in how they treated their admin staff and temps. Really understood and valued them as being integral to the functioning and success of the business.

On the other hand, a law firm and some NHS managers just saw us secretaries/admin staff as costs, a financial burden, that they had little respect for.

I know someone who left a job because she was asked to clean a toilet.

What was the job? I'd definitely have left most of the jobs I've had if asked to do that. Not because cleaning toilets is beneath me, but because it's nowhere near what I was ever hired to do.

Can't believe people expect their cleaners to do their ironing, too.

I left one job because the CFO made antisemitic jokes and the Marketing Director, fresh out of the divorce was following me everywhere I went. It was crazy. I lasted three weeks.

I had an amazing cleaner who broke her back on holiday so had to quit, ive had 3 since and none have got even close, I like my current one but she misses stuff however she is so sweet and loves the dog so I keep her (most the companies don't do houses with dogs unless you shut them away) but it reminds me, must mention the showerhead limescale.

As a teenager I quit a job on my second day once.

I worked in an office doing their "archiving" - I was in a windowless office by myself scanning paperwork in as it wasnt stored on computers at the time.

It was well paid for my age but wasnt worth it at all. Even on my first day I found myself crying in the loo about 3 times because I thought I'd be stuck doing it for the whole summer hahaha.

Got a new job within the same week though :)

Worked with a woman who was "best friends" with the Manager. As a consequence she did no work and sat on her backside most of the day reading magazines while I rushed round like a lunatic trying to get all the work done before picking up the kids! She bullied me and would complain, if things weren't done to her "standards".
We had just taken on a large mortgage, and I used to come home every day and cry.
I resigned and thankfully got another job within a few weeks. The relief at working in a place where my co-workers were nice was unbelievable.

I was working through an agency for a firm when the agency folded. I asked if I could work direct, so they took me on, but refused to pay what they paid the core staff. So I gritted my teeth for three days, until the owner's son called me a lazy cunt for not running to my vehicle. So I threw the paperwork into the air and walked off. The next job was worse: gross breaches of tacho law, defective vehicles and wages never paid in full. After six weeks I got a manager on tape threatening to set fire to my car in the depot if I didn't take the tacho out and bring the lorry back. Shortly after that, they went bust.

I left a job because the new manager kept putting me down for an evening shift on a Sunday.....I had explained in the interview that it was the only shift I couldnt do due to there being no buses to get me home.

So she put me down for the shift and when I complained to her she said she had phoned round the other staff who lived near to the shop to ask who could put me up for the night...I told her she didnt get to tell me where to sleep and I walked out

I walked out a job when the on-shift manager wrote "I'm a fatty" on my back. I was a 7 stone 17 year old and recovering from an eating disorder. He was a 40 year old wannbe DJ with rotten black teeth from drugs, and would constantly make comments about me being ugly and chubby. That day I had leaned over a counter to get something and he grabbed me and wrote something on my lower back that was a bit exposed at me stretching over, I pulled away and ran to the toilet and saw what it said and ran out the place in tears.

I also once quit a job as an assistant to a woman who quite literally told me that as she paid me, she owned me. She expected me to be at her beck and call 24/7 including calling me up in the middle of the night because she had forgotten to pay her phone bill and wanted me to sort it out there for her there and then.

I ended up leaving a job after six months, but knew it wasn't for me for various reasons after a couple of weeks. As an example when I actually took a lunch hour, my boss asked me where I had been.

Worked night shift in a nursing home. MRSA infection control was implemented after an outbreak. A memo was sent to all staff from management complaining that too many disposable gloves and aprons were being used. In future we were told to bin the aprons but the disposable gloves were to be washed and reused. I left at the end of the shift, after taking a copy of the memo to give evidence when I reported them. Tight, heartless bastards that they were.

I walked out and reported a care home when they would treat residents with dementia differently - giving them less food, not checking if they wanted a drink, putting them to bed at 6 to make life easier for the staff. It was a fucking disgrace- I was told 'they didn't know anyway and it was a waste of money to make them drinks'. The manager always commented the residents always wanted to hug or stand next to me - that's because I didn't throw them onto the toilet (or stick soapy fingers up their bums to face them poo quicker) or put them into cold baths (as they would leave the run bath to have a chat, coffee and ciggie). It was awful, I cried for the residents for weeks when I left. They were investigated and most of the staff were sacked. As I lived in a small town I would always bump into the ex staff who would shout abuse at me (I was 19 they were in their 40's).

The next job I got was working for a windows company, were I was given a public telling off for not trying harder to persuade the obviously confused elderly man on the phone to book an appt for a windows quote (incl. paying a deposit). I got my coat and walked out mid rant. To which he shouted out as I got my stuff 'dont you dare walk out when I'm talking you fucking bitch'. We were also supposed to remove customers details from the database when asked - I was told to never delete them as they would have someone else call them the next day and the next (basically harrass the person).

When I worked in local government. Our department head was utterly useless. A neurotic, hypochondriac, woo merchant who couldn't face dealing with people face-to-face and so would tell you something, anything, to get you to leave her alone to hide in her office with the door locked. Rumour had it that she was foisted on our department after a major fuck-up elsewhere of a possibly criminal nature but, as the higher ups hadn't been overseeing her work like they were supposed to, she was quietly shunted sideways to save any embarrassment.

Myself and another colleague pretty much did her job for her, including attending meetings about staffing and budgetary stuff that we had no right to be present at. Our head would then take our notes and type up a summary of events as if she was there and not us yet upper management were quite happy at this charade. To be fair, we did a better job than she did as, whenever she made an appearance (her doing full 5-day weeks in work were a rarity during my three years there), she'd mess everything up with her contradictory instructions so that half the staff would all be put on a task that could be done by two or three people and something else would be ignored completely. She was quite open about liking the pay scale for being in management but had no interest in the level of responsibility that went with it.

I was on a rolling 12 month contract and, when renewal time was coming up, I knew the next 12 months would involve a major disruption in our department due to building works so that we'd be moving about every 3-4 months to facilitate this. The thought of spending that time second-guessing our head's contrary instructions and the resulting 'fire-fighting' was too depressing to contemplate so I politely declined an extension to my contract.

I worked in a small office that had 4 staff including myself and a manager in a side office. The manager was having an affair with a woman in the office. Often they’d work on ‘projects’ together tucked away alone. We knew the wife of the Manager, who was absolutely lovely. The woman in the office advertised the affair to anyone who would listen. I also found a contact mag in the Managers unlocked drawer while trying to find a report while he was on leave!
Anyway, it all hit the fan, when his wife called the office to find out which hotel he was staying in for a work conference that didn’t exist. Wife found out. Manager left wife for about a week, horrid conversations with wife and ow on the office phone. Manager went back to wife, ex ow kicked off, accused everyone in office of putting her through mental torture through perceived office gossip (not really happening, although people are gonna talk). HR got involved. Was told by HR what a great Manager he was, thought this place was too crazy and I’m out!!

Oh Dilly your story reminds me of 3 night shifts I did back in 90s. There were 17 residents and only myself on duty during the night. I was expected to clean, Hoover, peel vegetables and also do the laundry, including ironing during the night, fair enough, but also keep an eye on the residents and help if they needed to get out to the toilet etc.

The worst thing was that the ‘Matron’ told me I had to get them up, washed, dressed and breakfasted in the morning before the day staff came on duty and to start with the confused residents because they wouldn’t know what time of day it was!

I lasted the 3 nights and never went back. This was a private rest home where people were paying large fees for the ‘ care’ that they were meant to be receiving.

I sincerely hope that such places don’t exist now.

I have a disablity which makes organisation & cleaning hard. I got a cleaner every 2 weeks. She's so good. I worship the ground she walks on. She's a good worker & probably does a better job than me. I'm surprised thst anyone wants to do it. Everyone has sen in my house so it's easier.