I've done both. What's even better is walking out on a job midway through the shift at 2am, knowing your boss is a sound sleeper and won't wake up even for emergancy calls.

So for one glorious night in 2009, a Circle K at 2am had the doors wide open, no one around working there, and no one answering the call to come in.

And now that I think of it, I'm not even sure who WOULD call her.

All I know is I came in at 11pm, started my shift, and looked at next weeks schedule. I had no hours listed. I didn't know if they were firing me, or just forgot. Either way, I just started doing my job as the only person on duty. I waited until the absolute dead of night, and I left.

I didn't steal anything, but I didn't lock the doors either. I left. Whatever they lost is on them. They treated me like shit for 2 months, and then post a schedule with my hours blank. Fuck all of that! Especially since I worked Christmas eve/night and New years eve.

So when I saw that schedule blank, I thought I should walk out at that moment. Then I instantly realized all I would be doing is punishing the day girl. She gets off at 11pm, and the boss would have made her stay. So, I waited. I assumed I'd get checked up on. A phone call to explain things, or even make sure I'm still there.

Nope.

The boss really just assumed I'd wait until morning when she came in to get fired.

They tried threatening legal action, saying I was responsible for everything stolen. That held no water, and is the exact reason I didn't steal anything on my way out. The police told me, when he came to my house that if they had video of me stealing, then I could have been charged with that theft as a primary crime, and then they would have added all following thefts to me. But with no evidence showing I stole anything, they had no case. It felt like the cop was basically lecturing me because now he had complicated paperwork to fill out, and it'd be easier if he could just arrest me.

My first job was working at an office supply store in the late 1900’s. I was 15 and wanted money to buy a box of magic cards (4th edition)

So my punk rock homie got me a gig there.

On my first day I was like where is B? He got me the job I wanna go goof off with him and throw things in the bailer. They’re like “oh no. b quit today. He walked into the store managers office while he was meeting with the regional manager for his monthly visit and flipped him off and told him ‘fuck you I quit!’”

A month later I played a show on a Saturday and got paid like $100 and was like wow this is cool.

Went to work in the morning and the store managers like “go grab some paper towels from the back”

I’m like ok and do his bidding carrying like 10 rolls of paper towels under my arms.

Dude starts screaming at me. I’m like dude I have $100 wtf is this.

So I’m like gonna quit but my teammate who was cool is in pain from some sports injury and he’s like “just wait until lunchtime and another guy comes in so I don’t have to climb ladders and shit”

Ok I don’t wanna leave my new homie in the lurch.

So lunchtime comes and the third guy shows up.

I punch out. Walk to the store managers office and knock on the window.

He’s in a meeting with the regional manager. I flip him off and say “fuck you i quit”

Now I’m not sure that happened a lot. But it happened twice in a row. During the same monthly visit with his boss.

Worst part I had to get my last check and was so nervous I waited til like six and brought a Wookiee sized punk with me. Just in case.

Then I bought Lagwagon double plaidinum and no use for a name making friends at the cool record store.