I worked at Burger King and I couldn't keep my boss happy no matter what I did. There were either too many burgers waiting to be sold or not enough. So I loaded up the grill, walked into his office and quit. He said, "I knew you couldn't cut it when I first laid eyes on you!" He was right. I was cut out for far better things. The patties were piling up on the other side so I said, "You better catch those." gave him my signature smile (with a wink) and walked out ;)

I don't get this:

I wore a hot little white dress just to let him know what he's gonna be missing.

Do women want to be seen as "hotties" at work or not? Can't he write you up for sexual harassment; getting him all hot and bothered for nothing? There's a double standard out there and then this manhandling thing. I don't get it.

I wish I could have done something at a job that was really epic. But I've only had two jobs (I'm 17) and I'll hopefully have my third soon. One job was at a country club and they just stopped calling me into work for parties. Their reason was that I "never did what he (I) was told" and that I "flirted too much with coworkers". But I was one of the hardest workers there and every woman was middle aged or older. ><

My other job was as a camp counselor and I didn't want to mess with the kids at all. Besides, I wanted to keep it in my back pocket as an option for this summer, which I am not doing anyway now.

I don't know how Epic this was, but it felt awesome and took some planning.

It was a busy day in Corporate USA and Felipe was up to no good. (that's me) I really hated my life at this job. It was, to put it simply, mundane. I had been there for almost two years and felt as though I had become a robot.

My new boss (I had 4 by the time I quit), captain kiss ass, was only there because of his con artist smile and his inability to think for himself. (they love clones in CORP USA) I had just received the highest "bonus" on our team and many eyes where on me to produce. He, for one, was excited to have his little worker bee doing so well under "his" supervision. Little did he know that I and fellow co-workers would hit up the local bar, at least 3 times a week, for pints during lunch and come back buzzing.

So here comes the epic day. The prior week I was notified that I was going to be promoted. I spent the night writing a letter of resignation. Came into work with jeans and flip flops 2 hours late, sat at my desk playing games for a while, went to HR, and then waited for him to get to his office.

(I almost forgot, A new person had just joined the ranks that day and was all decked out in his suit as most of us usually are, then he see's me and knows I'm "important". Asks me why I'm wearing flip flops and I said because I quit and give him my smart ass smirk. Tell him good luck new be and head down to HR, lol)

Now I'm in Capt Kiss many asses office. The look on his face was worth it in itself. I also made him a letter for his "files". He proceeded to go on and on about life and choices and who else knows what else, I can't remember because I was just blankly staring out the window-it was gorgeous outside! I could tell this was aggravating him and that was the point. (just for you info, I had been waiting for this day for almost a year)

What added an extra bonus to the day was I just received my tax return and had it on hand. After he was finished with his "talk" I was escorted out the door and released into freedom! I went down the street, bought a bike and rode it up and down the lake side with flip flops, jeans, and the biggest smile you've ever seen on a young lad.....THE END.