I have had several jobs that I’ve left voluntarily over the years, and every single one of them has been a little bit different. There are jobs that I have left with a smile, a handshake, and well wishes for everyone involved. And there are jobs that I have left with a pair of familiar hand gestures and words that I am not allowed to repeat on this website, including heavy use of one word that rhymes with “duck” but is most certainly not referring to waterfowl.
This is not by accident. When I left with a smile and a handshake, I was leaving on good terms. I wanted the possibility of returning. I wanted good feelings. When I left with choice profanity… well, I wasn’t going back there, and I wanted the people in charge to know why. If, you know, they could derive some meaning out of that profane tirade.