Have YOU ever YAGE'd at work?

[Lisa loves Pooh]

I quit two jobs via e-mail...one b/c well--I hated it. The other because my PPD got to such a severe level that the thought of speaking to anyone in person was out of the question. I sent an e-mail for that as well and snuck out of the building. I did have a doctor's permission to do what I needed to do. But I didn't do anything illegal or unethical--but those are as close to a YAGE as I got.

Additionally--the hero seems to have some witnesses to suggest he was the one who started it.

 

[Callie]

I just did.
At one of my jobs, we got new bosses for this season. Needless to say it's been horrible. Retaliation from them, they can't understand anything, cuss out employees, one had sexual relations with someone he managed, and then during out biggest night of the year with all the big wigs at our venue, I quit. I was being denied water for 2 hours, and constantly being yelled at for nothing. One of my managers had told people she had it out for me.

 

[bumbershoot]

I haven't, but I had plans to!

I quit a job with a company I loved (and still do) because my direct boss was absolutely horrible. I was in his group from the moment our site opened, and as every single other person left his group, I stuck it out, because I felt bad for him and didn't know if it would be any better with other supervisors, etc etc. And then when I finally realized that other groups had it great, without a passive aggressive jerk on their cases all the time, the higher-ups wouldn't let anyone else transfer from his group. I was stuck. Despite excellent quality my numbers weren't as high as he wanted (because I was busy giving excellent quality, better than anyone else at the site) and I was put on a performance plan...which then meant I couldn't get out of his group to go anywhere else in the company. The plan ended, I tried to get out, but he had to OK any applications. Then he was gone on vacation and I tried again to interview elsewhere, but was denied b/c I didn't have a BA in English (that was their line in the sand, despite my having a doctorate and far more education than just the 4 years they wanted, and it was not something I could get past).

Then he found out about that attempt and it got worse. I had to take FMLA leave (unpaid) for my own mental health. The MD "let me" take those 2 weeks, but then wouldn't sign the papers for more leave unless I promised to take the drugs he wanted me to take...however, I was de-stressing just without being under my supervisor's rule, so I knew it was because of him and not something in my head. I took two hikes up at Mt Rainier one weekend, and at the end of the second, once I got home, I emailed that I would NOT be coming back the next morning.

I had *wanted* to truly YAGE (before I knew what that was); I had wanted to come in with a boombox playing the rap version of Take This Job (and shove it) from Office Space. That music is what had been getting me through my email shifts for months, and I felt it would be awesome.

But in the days leading to my FMLA leave, I'd cleared out my space already. Sent all the emails I needed to my home email, printed out everything I needed, wrote notes in the issues I was following and even wrote customers with what I had found out about their problems and let them know that others would finish things up. So there was NO reason for me to go back to do that.

But I did come back for my exit interview, after making SURE the supervisor wouldn't even be in the building.

Brought printouts of emails he had sent to me, proof of his inability to manage and inability to be, oh, human. The kicker email for me was his "joke" about 9/11 when I asked if we had the ability to take the 1st anniversary off. We were in WA, nowhere near the events, but it had really messed with my head since we had customers out there and I couldn't handle the idea of some of those people possibly having been in the buildings, I was VERY emotional about it and really needed to not be there that day. He denied my request and made his little joke...in email...

After the holiday season I was told that he was fired. They'd been watching him for quite a long time and the emails I'd printed out were the nails in his coffin, job-wise.



Then I did some temping, had some very negative experiences there, then got another fulltime job doing calls and email customer service again, but we had absolutely no support, no set group to ask questions to. There was a group that wanted us to ask questions of them, but they were the former owners of the small company that was now part of a bigger company, and our Leads pretty much forbade us from asking questions of those people. I just couldn't take it anymore, couldn't take not knowing how to do my job while actually CARING about the poeple I was helping, and one day, after yet another crying jag while then-fiance drove me to work...he just told me to go inside and quit, and it would be fine. Since I was the first person there every morning, I did so by email, again, and then just left the building.



I am not sad about the second one...but I am sad about the first. I loved that company and still do...but the manager was literally making me crazy and there was no way to get out from his group...

 

[Handbag Lady]

From reading this and the context, I can figure out that YAGE means to up and leave.

But what does is mean here on the Dis? Is there a story? I think I recall reading about it when I first joined or returned after an absence.

 

[tonilea]

Twice.

The first time I worked as a rural mail carrier associate. It was part-time and very hard. (I later learned that the guy I was subbing for was not delivering all his mail - doing part of his route one day and the rest the next and having me work the busiest days! No wonder I was having a hard time!)

Anyway, I wrecked my pickup - no one hurt and only damage to my truck. I came in that evening and told the postmaster that I wrecked my truck and I quit. She started freaking out, saying there had to be an investigation! I told her it didn't matter because I quit! She said she would have to have a written resignation, so I grabbed a sharpie and a huge piece of paper..... scrawled "I quit!" in huge letters and handed it to her.

The second time, I was working as a reserved police officer. I applied for the animal control job and was pretty much promised it by the chief and mayor. Instead, the city council hires a local bar fly, who showed up late for the interview wearing a midriff baring top - this gal was in her late forties, looked like she had been road hard and put up wet. Ick! Anyway, I wrote a resignation letter to the council stating that I would no longer be donating my time to a city who didn't appreciate all I did as a volunteer. I also told them their decision would come back to haunt them. And it did. In spades. Turns out bar-fly chick was also a meth addict. lol They asked my husband if they thought I would take the job after she was fired. LOL He laughed at them.

 

[Disney Doll]

From reading this and the context, I can figure out that YAGE means to up and leave.

But what does is mean here on the Dis? Is there a story? I think I recall reading about it when I first joined or returned after an absence.

Yet Another Grand Exit

 

[MnMomtoboys]

I was hired to work nights doing the books and front desk at what I thought was a really nice hotel. Turned out my coworkers liked to drink on the job and go have some fun with each other in empty rooms. On my third night working there I walked into the girls bathroom to find one of my coworkers there with her boyfriend. That was it I was done, walked out without saying another word. The owner called me the next day to find out why. He started cleaning house that week. I would not go back. And my father and future fil told the owner he would have to hired them too before they would allow it.

 

[simba20]

I did once. DS was only 4 months old and the daycare called and said he needed to go to the ER. I immediately went to leave work to take him and my boss stopped me and told me to get my priorities straight. I informed him that my child would always come first and told him where he could stick his job. Did not regret that decision once.

When I was in college, the semester you did your student teaching assignment was treated like a full time job.

Anyway, a friend of mine had a six month old son byt the time she entered student teaching. He had just started daycare, and was picking up daycare crud every few weeks due to being exposed to new germs. My friend's husband was a teacher himself, so he really couldn;t get away to pick up thier son.....sometimes he did.

Anyway, student teachign was strict and you could only miss three days out of the semester.....and you'd better have documentation and an excuse.

Friend got the call that her son was very sick (he had to go tot he ER) and left her school site to go get her son. Later that week, her university supervisor came in tot talk to her about her leaving on that particular day. When my friend explained that her son was ill and had to be taken to the ER, she was told to "get her priorities straight."

She quit student teaching that day.

Oh yeah, they would give an orientation session to explain how student teaching would go before the semester began. We were told about how "we had to be there" the three days rule, etc...and given an example of a woman, who while student teaching was going through CHEMO, would puke in her car every day on the drive to her student teaching site, but still made it to student teaching EVERY DAY!

Me I ened up having anxiety attacks and having to fall aslepp in total pitch black darkness (only achived by a sleep mask) and music to fall asleep to (my choice happened to be The Nutcracker Ballet). Now whenever I hear The Nutcracker music during the holiday season, I get a little antsy.

I understand the importance of being professional and showing up on time and each day, but some peopel have other things going on.....namely children. Now that I have a child, that is my "line in the sand" so to speak. if I am ever told that I have to make a choice, well, the choice is easy.

 

[Darcy03231]

When I was in college, the semester you did your student teaching assignment was treated like a full time job.

Anyway, a friend of mine had a six month old son byt the time she entered student teaching. He had just started daycare, and was picking up daycare crud every few weeks due to being exposed to new germs. My friend's husband was a teacher himself, so he really couldn;t get away to pick up thier son.....sometimes he did.

Anyway, student teachign was strict and you could only miss three days out of the semester.....and you'd better have documentation and an excuse.

Friend got the call that her son was very sick (he had to go tot he ER) and left her school site to go get her son. Later that week, her university supervisor came in tot talk to her about her leaving on that particular day. When my friend explained that her son was ill and had to be taken to the ER, she was told to "get her priorities straight."

She quit student teaching that day.

Oh yeah, they would give an orientation session to explain how student teaching would go before the semester began. We were told about how "we had to be there" the three days rule, etc...and given an example of a woman, who while student teaching was going through CHEMO, would puke in her car every day on the drive to her student teaching site, but still made it to student teaching EVERY DAY!

Me I ened up having anxiety attacks and having to fall aslepp in total pitch black darkness (only achived by a sleep mask) and music to fall asleep to (my choice happened to be The Nutcracker Ballet). Now whenever I hear The Nutcracker music during the holiday season, I get a little antsy.

I understand the importance of being professional and showing up on time and each day, but some peopel have other things going on.....namely children. Now that I have a child, that is my "line in the sand" so to speak. if I am ever told that I have to make a choice, well, the choice is easy.

While I certainly sympathize with having a sick child, didn't she know this before picking teaching as a career? Before spending all that money for a degree I would have made sure I had a back up plan if I couldn't miss more than three days.

 

[apirateslifeforme]

I did, in my last semester of college. I'd worked for 3 years as a sales associate in the children's clothing department at JCPenney. All of the managers knew that I could only work 20-30 hours a week, due to school. In my last semester, though, I had to add a 20-hour/week internship into my 5 classes. My immediate supervisor was scheduled for maternity leave, so I spoke to her before she left and she let her replacement, the "selling supervisor," know that my schedule was very limited and I had to stick to no more than 20 hours per week for the next three months.

The selling supervisor HATED me in the first place. She also had hated my grandmother, who had worked for the store for the previous 15 years. So she continually put me on the schedule for 30 hours per week (my internship was with the local police department, so I ended up going to school in the morning, working in the afternoon, then putting in 4-5 hours with the police). I spoke to her several times, asking her to please limit my hours to 20, but she'd walk away, waving her hand and saying, "Yeah, yeah, whatever..."

It came to a head one day when I'd requested IN WRITING, 2 weeks in advance, to have an afternoon off so I could study for an exam the next morning. She put me on the schedule anyway. I reminded her of my written request for the time off; her response was "Too bad." I tried to switch my hours with someone...nobody would. So I did what I had to do...I brought my book onto the floor with me. I kept it on a low table next to me, behind the counter. I waited on my customers, but in between, I brought clothing up to the counter to re-fold, and I read my book while I folded.

Well, the selling supervisor was there that day...while I was waiting on someone, the book 2 feet away from me, she marched up and said, "Get that ******* book off the counter!" Right in front of the customer - and her children. I merely said, "When you have a moment, I need to speak to you regarding my schedule, please." She said, "I don't have time for your *** **** schedule, I'm in charge and you will work when I schedule you to ******* work." Then she stomped away. The customer just stood there with her mouth hanging open. All I could do was apologize for the woman's language and finish with the customer.

When I was done with her, and there were no more customers, I put the folded clothing back on the table, collected my book, wrote a letter of resignation, folded my time card and locker key inside it, handed it to the office receptionist, and walked out.

 

[Luvchefmic]

My father passed away the summer of 2000 I worked for a veterinarian and he was terrific. He saw the love in me for animals and was training me to be a vet assistant when I had been hired the year before as a receptionist. This apparently didn;t sit well with the head vet tech. When Dad passed they were all terrific and some even traveled over 40 miles to the funeral home. When I returned to work the next week I was dissolving into tears many times a day...especially since I often held the animals that were being euthanized. I went to the vet tech as the vet wasn't there one morning and said I needed a leave of absence and explained why. She said It's not a convenient time of year. I threw the hospital keys across the room told her to shove the job up her *** and I'm sorry my Dad picked an inconvenient time of year to die....never looked back once.

 

[Ceila]

While I certainly sympathize with having a sick child, didn't she know this before picking teaching as a career? Before spending all that money for a degree I would have made sure I had a back up plan if I couldn't miss more than three days.

A job in teaching usually comes with a more generous sick leave policy. The poster you quoted was referring to the student teaching portion.

 

[Handbag Lady]

Yet Another Grand Exit

You are fabulous, thank you.

 

[simba20]

A job in teaching usually comes with a more generous sick leave policy. The poster you quoted was referring to the student teaching portion.

Yes, eaxctly this.

My husband is a teacher and he most certainly can get away if he needed to attend to our daughter. My college program just happened to have assinine rules that did not pertain to "the real world."

When her child was catching everything from being in daycare, she had her mom and mother-in-law help out with care. This just happened to be an instance where he was taken to the ER (and kept at home for a week) and her mnd was not in place to balance the rigors they were putting us through along with her 6 month old being sick. And yes, she had missed a day before when he was sick. Her supervisor, pardon me, was quite a witch, and I cannot beleive my friend was even told to make a choice. It could have been..."we will work something out..." I guess in the real world, when my husband took a week off after Spring Break, when my FIL passed away, he should have bee told 'yeah, stuff happens, but your a teacher so you have to make a choice...." Ummmm no.

Anyway, things eneded well for her. Student teaching was our last semester before graduating, so she dropped out of the ed program, got a general studies degree and then a year later, took an alternative route to become certified to teach in our state. She's been teaching for 10 years now and was Teacher of the Year for her county a few years ago.

I was told, that the professors in our deparment (Early Childhood) that time, loved to make things difficult and to see who was cut out. EVERY semester we had required practicum hours, so by the time we got to student teaching it wasn't as if that was out first time stepping and teaching in a classroom. Those who weren't cut out for teaching would have known early on in the program.