it was my first job out of grad school..... like my first "this is my career" job. Boy what a nightmare... i got suspended once... got into fights with my coworkers, my boss hated me, intern chicks were scared of me... before summer they called me in and i thought i was doneskies..... but f#*k they wanted me back and didn't want to fire me (what a bunch of a$$hole$)!!!! However as i was slowly going insane listening to all this fat slippery taco/tampoon of a women talk to me all i could think of was my wedding in a week... most of my friends had already flown in and were already in the OBX getting wasted and snorting lines......
SOOO i basically went MIA for two weeks. I called them on my honeymoon (after ignoring all theirs calls) and said oh yeah in case you didn't figure it out i quit..... nothing line up no plans just married and a three year old kid....... honestly i didn't even put two and two together how potentially fuct i was.....
but literally a month later someone calls and hires me...but this boss turned out to be an EVEN big douche than the first boss so i quit that job too (or was i fired?!) i don't remember.. prob a little of both.... six months later i moved home.. now its all G... but yeah that my story