In high school I worked at a burger king, where every night the closing manager would get hammered drunk. The 5th night working there he got so wasted we had to call another manager to come and close, because the drunk one was throwing money all over the office and throwing up all over it and wiping his mouth with the money. When they got there I bailed, they tried to say I couldn't leave until all the money was accounted for. So I nicely told them I am not staying and they can shove that job up their ass. The next weekend I was back on the farm throwing bails and feeding cattle.