You can't fire me! I Quit!

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Remember that line from an old movie in black and white? Well that is what I told my boss man when I worked for the big K grocery store. He told me I was coping an attitude and I told him to lay off. He said, 100 boxes an hour must be stocked. I told the man That is a stupid thing to say to me sir. I went up to see the main man in his office and this big guy, a store security officer, I guess, or body guard. I told the boss man, You can fire me if you want. But I already quit. I told him what I thought of him. Boy that was a load off my chest. I felt lots better after that. When I returned as a customer a decade later, some of those who remembered me still say "Hello, how you doing?" Because they knew I was a good and honest employee and that I stopped working at the big K store because I was being unfairly treated. I used to complain about the shopping carts being found out in the local creek beds. I used to complain that the 2 liter soda pop on the top shelf were flat and spongy and had been sitting there a year. I used to complain that there were too many lazy courtesy clerks steeling food off the shelves when the boss man was not around and leaving candy wrappers and peanut shells on the floors. The guys on top likes my enthusiasm, and the guy from the American Food Workers Union told me I deserved higher pay for all I did. I complained about the store because I hated the way it was run. I would have preferred to be the manager, not a courtesy clerk doing GO BACKS. It was too stupid a job for me, a well educated person who aspired to things higher than cleaning out the trash cans and putting up with all those tyrannical dictators those little narrow minded managers and supervisors. I said, one day, you know, the thing that makes me different from the rest of you is I have the courage to say what I think and quit when I feel like it. No more mr. nice guy. I left that store as angry as can be. I was earning minimum wage at that time and only 25 hours a week. That was just enough to buy a cardboard box to live in underneath an embankment.