Most people who worked a job they hated have daydreamed about rage quitting and making a scene. Since it takes a special level of hell (or financial safety net) to push most of us to that point, it's cathartic to read the stories of people who threw caution to the wind while flipping their boss the bird.
"I was working at a restaurant that was, to put it bluntly, fucking atrocious. The place was almost always dead apart from the owners friends who would make it their life’s mission to be incredibly rude to myself and other staff members. Somehow I stuck it out for 6 months."
"The final straw came at Christmas when I wanted to travel back home to spend time with my family (as my grandmother was sick at the time), and their response was ‘you have to decide what’s more important, your job or your family.’ I told them that was the dumbest fucking question I’ve ever heard and walked out."