Let's hear your best "I Quit" story....

[hate2bL8]

integrity?!!you mean like laying off a third of your pilots so the stock performs in the eye of the shareholders;then turning around and giving yourself million dollar bonuses!! what kind of professionalism is that to rob peter to pay Paul.

 

[tittyjet]

Two poor dudes had been through enough, so they ran the numbers, then landed a Challenger (601) at a short strip during a repo leg. They then rented a car, airlined home, and told the owner where he could pick up his airplane.

Had to remove the galley/interior and defuel to get it out.

 

[Amish RakeFight]

Once quit a CFI job by flipping out on the CP. The dude got way on my nerves until one day I had it out with him and unloaded. CP just looked at me like I was insane, backed down and walked off as I verbally pissed all over him. Funny thing is, the owner wanted me to reconsider and stay. He thought well of me I suppose.

Sometimes people need to be put in their place. Especially short guys with large egos and contempt for their pilots.

 

[Thedude]

Once quit a CFI job by flipping out on the CP.

Uh-please...quiting a flight school is like kicking a whore outta bed. NEXT.....

 

[Thedude]

Bull$hit. People know the pay scales before they walk into the interview. That dog won't hunt here.

Up until about 5 yrs ago it was damn hard to get payscales for most operations. Just because you might know what the pay is doesn't prepare you for the rest of story. I to have been victim of being sung a sweet story only to find a nightmare

 

[Amish RakeFight]

Uh-please...quiting a flight school is like kicking a whore outta bed. NEXT.....

Perhaps, but it's the only quiting story I have to my name. I also made quite a scene and embarrassed the heck out of the CP, which he deserved.



Every place I've worked, aviation-related or not has been given the standard 2 week notice.

 

[G100driver]

If you made a scene, are you sure the CP was the only one embarassed?

 

[Amish RakeFight]

I certainly hadn't felt embarrassed and thought I spoke for all the other instructors as well. He was a petty man and got called on it. Personally, I think he was jealous of me in many ways. He certainly had it in for me it seemed.

 

[svcta]

That's bordering on unprofessional. What happens to the innocent passengers in that case? That's sorta like a doctor who walks out on a woman while delivering her baby - completely unnecessary but real cool... I hope he found his dream job because he won't be getting any references I am sure.

This is precisely why they have a dozen guys or so ready to go on an hour's notice. And you can say what you will, but setting pay aside, after you've been kicked in the berries enough times by an airline operator it just becomes 'us VS. them'. Sad but true.

When I left 121 for corporate(best move I ever made) I was having a monumentally bad day. The guy I was paired with was a real piece of work, too. So I had a 4 hour 'productivity break' scheduled in one of our bases(which they did to us all the time). I had already accepted a job elsewhere and given my notice, had a little sick time left....so I got off of that airplane called scheduling and said that I was unfit to finish that trip and not to call me anymore. Caught a jumpseat back to my car and never looked back.

Smartest thing I ever did, Clark.

 

[CopilotDoug]

Especially short guys with large egos and contempt for their pilots.

I worked for a guy like that outside flying. He fired, didn't release or terminate...but outright fired a girl. When her new prospective employer called him to ask the "did she work there" question, he said yes, but off the record, he would not recommend her for hire! He openly told this story to people.

Now...He could have been B.S.ing to put fear into his employees or to make himself look like a harda$$

Either way, his track record was insightful: 8 people quit under him in 3 years.

 

[stratman560]

Two poor dudes had been through enough, so they ran the numbers, then landed a Challenger (601) at a short strip during a repo leg. They then rented a car, airlined home, and told the owner where he could pick up his airplane.

Had to remove the galley/interior and defuel to get it out.

I am an advocate for trying to leave your employer with as much class as you can, but that one made me laugh TJ!

 

[Waldom]

This story comes from a gentleman I flew with many years ago. I cannot vouch for its veracity, but knowing the man as I did I can comfortably say that it is likely true.

Another gentleman, a non-pilot, had come into some "new" money and decided to buy a Merlin III. He engaged my friend "Larry" to fly it for him. Larry had years of aerial application and freight-flying experience, but this was his first "corporate" gig.

He and the owner left Charlotte late one morning and headed for Memphis on their maiden flight. On arrival, the owner told Larry to be ready to head home at 1630 local time. That time came and went with no sign of or word from the owner. Larry had time to reconsider his new position while he waited at the F.B.O. Patience was not one of his virtues.

About 2330 that night, the owner staggered into the F.B.O. along with about 10 equally inebriated friends in order to show off his new airplane. The man didn't have much of an opportunity to impress his friends, however, because Larry picked him up, "installed" him in a seat, and closed the cabin door. If the owner had anything to say at the time, it was lost on his pilot as Larry fired up the Garretts, grabbed a clearance, and blasted off for Charlotte.

As the Merlin leveled at cruise altitude, the owner started hunting around the cabin for his prefered Scotch that he had earlier instructed his pilot to stock aboard the airplane. Instead, he found only a bottle of bourbon and any ice that was once aboard had long since melted. Little did the man realize that the Jim Beam he was holding was not intended for him but was indeed his pilot's private stash.

By this time, the owner had had about enough of his new employee's impudence and decided to put Larry in his place. That turned out to be his third and last mistake of the evening. It seems that Larry had little respect for folks that were not punctual and none at all for a man that couldn't hold his liquor. So somewhere over Central Tennessee, the Merlin started a rapid descent. It was a clear night, and the airport beacon at Rockwood beckoned.

There was not a sole on the darkened ramp at Rockwood, but if there had been, they would have seen an airplane land, roll to the end of the runway, turn around, and stop. They would have watched as, while the engines were still running, the cabin door popped open and a man was forcibly ejected from it. They would have wondered as the door slammed closed and the aiplane took off into night sky, leaving a somewhat disheveled and suddenly lonely man sitting on the runway, listening to the crickets.

When Larry got back to Charlotte that night, he left the Merlin in front of the hangar, jumped in his pick-up truck, and went home. I think he felt that a letter of resignation was unnecessary.

 

[G100driver]

Best story I have seen, yet!:beer:

 

[solpilot]

Not really an I quit story...but good

A friend of mine (Tom) was asked to fly a contract trip for a wealthy lawyer in a King Air 350. The flight went well and upon landing the pax told Tom that he would be back around midnight. Well, 12 came and went...then 1, 2, and 3. Tom called the guy several times and finally got a response from his extremely drunk pax saying he wasn't sure when he would get back to the airport. Tom decided to call it a night and flew the airplane home leaving his pax an 8 hour drive home. By the way...he always gets paid up-front.

 

[CL300Pilot]

My wife was working for a state agency for her then boyfriends mother. Things had evidently gotten bad enough that her resignation letter was short and sweet, "I quit. Happy Trails".

 

[Coool Hand Luke]

Thanks for taking the time to post this. Great story!

This story comes from a gentleman I flew with many years ago. I cannot vouch for its veracity, but knowing the man as I did I can comfortably say that it is likely true.

Another gentleman, a non-pilot, had come into some "new" money and decided to buy a Merlin III. He engaged my friend "Larry" to fly it for him. Larry had years of aerial application and freight-flying experience, but this was his first "corporate" gig.

He and the owner left Charlotte late one morning and headed for Memphis on their maiden flight. On arrival, the owner told Larry to be ready to head home at 1630 local time. That time came and went with no sign of or word from the owner. Larry had time to reconsider his new position while he waited at the F.B.O. Patience was not one of his virtues.

About 2330 that night, the owner staggered into the F.B.O. along with about 10 equally inebriated friends in order to show off his new airplane. The man didn't have much of an opportunity to impress his friends, however, because Larry picked him up, "installed" him in a seat, and closed the cabin door. If the owner had anything to say at the time, it was lost on his pilot as Larry fired up the Garretts, grabbed a clearance, and blasted off for Charlotte.

As the Merlin leveled at cruise altitude, the owner started hunting around the cabin for his prefered Scotch that he had earlier instructed his pilot to stock aboard the airplane. Instead, he found only a bottle of bourbon and any ice that was once aboard had long since melted. Little did the man realize that the Jim Beam he was holding was not intended for him but was indeed his pilot's private stash.

By this time, the owner had had about enough of his new employee's impudence and decided to put Larry in his place. That turned out to be his third and last mistake of the evening. It seems that Larry had little respect for folks that were not punctual and none at all for a man that couldn't hold his liquor. So somewhere over Central Tennessee, the Merlin started a rapid descent. It was a clear night, and the airport beacon at Rockwood beckoned.

There was not a sole on the darkened ramp at Rockwood, but if there had been, they would have seen an airplane land, roll to the end of the runway, turn around, and stop. They would have watched as, while the engines were still running, the cabin door popped open and a man was forcibly ejected from it. They would have wondered as the door slammed closed and the aiplane took off into night sky, leaving a somewhat disheveled and suddenly lonely man sitting on the runway, listening to the crickets.

When Larry got back to Charlotte that night, he left the Merlin in front of the hangar, jumped in his pick-up truck, and went home. I think he felt that a letter of resignation was unnecessary.

 

[givpicachanc]

My I quit story

Had a cool job.Flew 10 hrs a month hung out with the boss on his yacht In Costa Rica.Then he gets married to a car sales person.She had never seen money and now had 900 million of It.She took over his stocks and aviation department.Things changed, she asked for our Airline miles and hotel points,then she took my health insuarance next I paid my own taxes.One day she called and said she had bought a new I pod and a brand new S class i was to drive to her house and update her I pod and teach her about all the bells and whistles on th new S class.I quit,he called 2 months later askin me to come back there was 5 seconds of silence and the I hung up.

 

[southernpilot]

Sounds like BS to me.
SP

This story comes from a gentleman I flew with many years ago. I cannot vouch for its veracity, but knowing the man as I did I can comfortably say that it is likely true.

Another gentleman, a non-pilot, had come into some "new" money and decided to buy a Merlin III. He engaged my friend "Larry" to fly it for him. Larry had years of aerial application and freight-flying experience, but this was his first "corporate" gig.

He and the owner left Charlotte late one morning and headed for Memphis on their maiden flight. On arrival, the owner told Larry to be ready to head home at 1630 local time. That time came and went with no sign of or word from the owner. Larry had time to reconsider his new position while he waited at the F.B.O. Patience was not one of his virtues.

About 2330 that night, the owner staggered into the F.B.O. along with about 10 equally inebriated friends in order to show off his new airplane. The man didn't have much of an opportunity to impress his friends, however, because Larry picked him up, "installed" him in a seat, and closed the cabin door. If the owner had anything to say at the time, it was lost on his pilot as Larry fired up the Garretts, grabbed a clearance, and blasted off for Charlotte.

As the Merlin leveled at cruise altitude, the owner started hunting around the cabin for his prefered Scotch that he had earlier instructed his pilot to stock aboard the airplane. Instead, he found only a bottle of bourbon and any ice that was once aboard had long since melted. Little did the man realize that the Jim Beam he was holding was not intended for him but was indeed his pilot's private stash.

By this time, the owner had had about enough of his new employee's impudence and decided to put Larry in his place. That turned out to be his third and last mistake of the evening. It seems that Larry had little respect for folks that were not punctual and none at all for a man that couldn't hold his liquor. So somewhere over Central Tennessee, the Merlin started a rapid descent. It was a clear night, and the airport beacon at Rockwood beckoned.

There was not a sole on the darkened ramp at Rockwood, but if there had been, they would have seen an airplane land, roll to the end of the runway, turn around, and stop. They would have watched as, while the engines were still running, the cabin door popped open and a man was forcibly ejected from it. They would have wondered as the door slammed closed and the aiplane took off into night sky, leaving a somewhat disheveled and suddenly lonely man sitting on the runway, listening to the crickets.

When Larry got back to Charlotte that night, he left the Merlin in front of the hangar, jumped in his pick-up truck, and went home. I think he felt that a letter of resignation was unnecessary.