"I'm Done": 50 Times People Had Enough

The boiler in my flat started leaking last week. I called the landlord and it took him 3 days to send a plumber, I turned off the hot water, but in that time we had a small electrical fire because the water from the boiler had leaked into the oven.

It's been a week now, I haven't been able to have a good shower and I'm on my period so I feel absolutely disgusting; the kitchen is useless because of the boiler and the fire and I'm supposed to be at a really important thesis meeting over the next two days but my landlord just called and said the plumber won't be able to make it until next week.

Called my husband, we're moving out.

UPDATE: Ok, I've gotten a lot of messages about an update, but I couldn't give one earlier because of the ongoing investigation, and subsequent adjudication, we were advised by our solicitor not to say anything.

My husband and I moved out; we found a lovely flat, overlooking a large park, and with an office for when we decide to work from home, so we're quite happy about the move.

When we moved out we made an application to get a refund on our security deposit; in Scotland the security deposit on a flat has to be held by a neutral 3rd party, who then decides how the deposit is divided when the tenants move out, this has been the law since before we moved into this flat. When we were making the application we quickly discovered that, not only had the landlord not put our security deposit into the 3rd party holding account, he actually wasn't even a registered private landlord, and hadn't put into place any of the safety precautions/requirements of a private landlord in our flat.

We took all of our evidence to the charity 'Shelter Scotland', they advised us to make a complaint to the 'Private Rented Housing Panel', or PRPH who are meant to oversee all investigations into private landlords, however we were told that they wouldn't be able to help us recoup any of our losses, and that we would have to pursue that with our own solicitor.

We contacted a solicitor (luckily my husbands father is actually a properties solicitor, so he was able to recommend a great guy), who helped us build a case to have our rent and our security deposit returned to us; (we were lucky/smart and had a 3rd party surveyor come and investigate and document the damage in the flat before we moved in years ago, and again as we were moving out). It was pretty much an open and shut case, didn't have to go to court or anything; adjudication only takes a short time as well so it was quite quick. The adjudicator pretty much sided with us on everything, and the landlord has been ordered to pay back our deposit + rent for the period that the flat was considered uninhabitable; which was basically determined to be the entire time we were living there because of a few problems with the flat and the fact that the landlord wasn't registered.

After about 2 months of fighting, we've gotten a huge pay off which has gone straight into a savings account so that we can buy our own place and never have to deal with s**t landlords again.

I put in my 2 week notice at work to pursue a better opportunity. Things had been nothing but positive at that job, but it was time to move on.

The next day at work, I get a meeting invite for what I expected to be an exit interview. I walk in, and HR and the corporate lawyer are there. The lawyer demands to know where I'm going to work, and starts shouting threats to ruin me with legal action for violating the non-compete agreement (I wasn't).

At that point, F**k a smooth transition--I spent the next 2 weeks taking 3 hour lunches, chatting with friends in the halls and doing ZERO work.

I was dating a girl whose father was dying of cancer and was at home in hospice care. I found out that she was stealing his morphine to get h**h. That's when I said, you know this probably isn't the type of person I want to be with.

Wanted to make plans with my at the time best friend. His response was "If nobody else wants to do anything that night, I guess we can." Was the final straw that made me just say "f**k it," and stop the friendship. Been 4 or 5 years since that happened. Don't regret it one bit.

When the man I had loved for years told me we were on hold.

He informed me of the exact evening he was going on a date with some new girl and that he'd let me know by the end of the week if we were back on.

Amusingly he got offended when I told him I felt disrespected.
The idea of a healthy adult relationship with this man is futile. Feels so good to be done with him.

"Sorry can't take you to ER because I have bad hair". Was all I needed to hear to understand that person is a piece of s**t and need not have anything to do with her.

When I was 16 I had my first job at a chain restaurant. Manager was a lesbian and she invited me on a date. Told her that I wasn't interested, and she proceeded to make work h**l for me.

I had vacation approved and planned for a while. Hotel was paid for, and the day before I was supposed to leave she tells me she changed the schedule and put me on a double in the middle of the week, I will also be fired if I take my vacation.

F**k it, I'm done.

Divorced my husband of twelve years. Found out he was cheating on me. Decided maybe we could get past this if we tried and got counseling. I tried and did a bunch of s**t to make things better for us, then got into his phone one day (didn't intend to, the perfect opportunity was just there in front of me). He was still professing his absolute heartbreaking love to that woman. AND... he was also chatting with two others who he told were so hot and was trying to set up dates with them. Forget that, if he could cheat on a woman he claimed to love, not just me who he said he was "trying to love again", there was no chance of anything working. That was definitely my "f**k it, I'm done" moment. Divorcing his sorry a*s was the best move I've ever made. It's a year now and I'm loving life. I hear he is alone and miserable.

I had been on active duty in the Army for 21 years and thought I'd stay for 23. My previous 4 years had been on recruiting duty which was a nice change of pace. The Army then decided to send me to Fort Drum, NY.

My family and I arrived at Drum in mid-October and there was about 2 feet of snow on the ground. That's pretty normal for that area. As the next few months progressed, I got used to shoveling pretty hefty overnight snowfalls in order to get to work the next day. It was not a big deal.

One day in particular though, a blast of Arctic air descended on the region and sent temperatures down to -22F. We got an early morning phone call from our leadership saying to report to physical fitness training as normal. So, we went out that morning with snow everywhere and a wind chill of -44F and ran for 4 miles.

I told my supervisor that I'm retiring in the next six months and would fill out the paperwork over the weekend. He laughed at me and didn't take it serious.

That packet was completely filled out and on his desk at 0530 that Monday.

F**k it. I'm done.

EDIT: I realize that it's actually against Army policy to have outdoor PT at temperatures below -20F. The senior leader that made the decision to hold the run gave no f***s and said as much. None of the other senior NCO's said a d**n thing in protest either at the time or afterwards. This type of BS is one of the myriad other reasons I said, "F**k it. I'm done.".

I was rushed into emergency surgery when it was discovered I had an ectopic pregnancy. I called my boss right before, told him what was happening, and he asked " if it could wait for my day off". I just handed the phone to my fiance and was rolled away. The next day I left the hospital and called work again for the HR number so I could start my leave paperwork. I said " Hi John, its smydgen" and he said.. " You know you're 15 minutes late right?"

Yeap f**kthisville.

I was a manager of a small department in bank administration when my boss gave me to the end of the day to submit the name of one of my employees to be laid off. I submitted my own name.

In highschool I was a nanny for this family during the day. Then the mom would drop me off at Cold Stone - my first "real job". The assistant manager who was always there was a completely horrid person. Looking back she had to have been under 24 at the time. She was rude, went in back smoked pot on job, invited guys to come and hang with her and they were always kinda sketchy. She had it out for me bc I was the "first time employee who was trying to do a great job!". I remember dreading going to work and getting that pit in my stomach because i was so terrified of her. She would always threaten to cut my hours or just do things to screw me over.

One day, the mom was late to get me and drop me off at work. She came in with me bc she knew i was scared of this girl and would get yelled at. She went up and apologized for me, said it was completely her fault, I nanny her kids, she got stuck in traffic, it wont happen again, but please dont take it out on me. This girl loses her mind!! she calls the mom a b***h to her face told her to F off and went on some rant that i dont remember because i was in utter shock lol The mom looked at me and said "you done here? I think you're done here." Turns to this crazy girl and goes "you are the rudest person ive ever met. I'm sorry for how insecure you must be to act like this. She quits!" She grabbed my arm and we stormed out! I was SHOCKED and horrified... at the time I thought she had ruined my career lol by quitting my first job for me. Looking back i think its hysterical and wish I had a recording of it.

First job in h**h school I booked a short holiday away. Spoke to manager in work and she told me I could not have it off under no reason as the only person who could cover was also on holiday in another country. They walked into the store the next day. Spoke to them and they said yeah they could cover easily. Went back to manager and she still flat out told me no, so went f**k it. I'm done. Handed in my notice and went on that holiday. Don't b******t your staff.

I was about 16 or 17, at my first decent part-time job. It was a small franchise/chain store in my hometown. I'd been there for about a year, which made me (laughably) one of the more senior part-timers on staff.

Over a long holiday weekend, I was working - alone - for a full day shift. I had a list of tasks to complete, several of which I'd done before, which my supervisor figured would take me all day. I was being paid time-and-a-half since it was a holiday, and the store's owners were very conscious of this.

I managed to get everything done by mid-day, and proceeded to do more busywork. Stacking, folding, taking out garbage, inventory, labeling, everything I could imagine would be useful.

My next shift was the following weekend. When I arrived, the owners asked to speak with me in the office. I came in, and one of the owners asked me to sit. He was a very short, fat, Italian chap who had a reputation for power trips. The chair was on its lowest seating position. I was berated for being lazy on my last shift. Apparently one of the other supervisors caught me reading papers (my list of tasks) and standing around (labeling) or simply sweeping (cleaning), instead of "doing any real work". The owner railed on me, telling me this was unacceptable. His speech ended with a typical "this is not the kind of attitude you should have if you want to keep working here."

F**k this, I thought. Then it came to me in a flash. The words I'd wanted to utter throughout his tirade. And so I said it: "Well, I don't anymore."

The owner's eyes bugged out. He ordered me to repeat myself. I did, and said I'd have my two weeks' notice in by the end of my shift. He told me to leave, now. I got up, stood in front of him and smiled, handed him my passkey, and strolled out to the parking lot. The drive home that day was one of the sweetest feelings I've ever experienced in my entire life.

Most recently? When one girl and I did 90% of a 45 page report which was supposed to be done by our group of six. We ended up saying "f**k it", breaking off and submitting our own report instead.

My boss waited until the week before a proposal was due to start on it. She had received it 2 months prior and at that point I offered to help and received no response from her. Then, the week before the due date she comes to me in a PANIC asking for my help. (This was the third time she had done this s**t to me.) I forward her all of my research and files and stay late every night helping to put it together. Reviewing the final draft of said proposal...my research is 80% of the content and I am not listed on the team. F**k it, I'm done.

Accepted another job offer 2 days later, haven't looked back since.

EDIT: She owned the company, so there was no "going to her superiors." Also, justice/karma...another employee quit the same day as I did. It was a small company and almost put her out of business. Hopefully it was a wakeup call?

Had been telling my boss that there was an error on the website that I cannot fix because I don't have the permissions. I mention this several times to him. It would take him one phone call to get it straightened out, btw. The owner notices this error. Not only calls me out in front of the whole department about not caring about my job and taking advantage of his kindness, but also makes it a point to tell me I should thank my boss for having my back. It was the last straw placed on a huge pile of awfulness. I quit the next day.

When a co-worker violently punched a dent into a freezer when I told him to shut up, after months of him harassing me...

And I was reprimanded!

The director got a nice report after that, and he was fired two weeks later.

Worked for a snack food company in Colorado. On my last employee review, received great accolades from the owner and he stated that since I was the only buyer and the company was growing they would hire someone to help and I would be the manager. Six months later the owner pulled me aside on a Wednesday and told me they hired someone that was starting on Monday and that I would be reporting to that person. I gave my notice on the spot. Later, I looked at that persons Linkedin and she had 1 year, 4 months experience...I have 20 plus.

Ex gf and I were on a break. Ended up at the same bar and I ended up giving her a lift home. I didn't want to come inside and she wouldn't take no for an answer. She refused to get out of my car for like an hour, screaming at me all the while, and only got out because she was going to p**s herself. And, like, she did p**s herself in the street a few minutes later. F*****g crazy.

Safe to say we didn't get back together.