I worked at autozone when I was 18. I hated every minute of it. It actually wasnt that bad of a job, but I didn't care much about cars and I cared even less about dealing with customers. Since I didn't like talking to people I just ended up spending most of my time in the back organizing stuff and doing inventory. Since I was the only guy there who paid attention to the math I learned in high school and college, I managed to maximize shelf space in the back and created a super efficient way to track the inventory. After a short while they just put me in charge of the money in the store and I even did some of those stupid phone teleconferences that the manager had to do with the regional.... guy. After a few months they tried to promote me to assistant manager or something like that. I had a 'Waiting...' moment where I visualized myself being like the manager in 10 years still working that shitty job, possibly becoming a fat black lady. My response to that was the same as it was in the movie: "Screw you and this job, I quit."
Of course I still worked for the rest of the day because I had an hourly wage and I wanted those extra dollars on my last paycheck, but I didn't bother to come back after that.
Oh, Mr. Rabbit! Mr. Rabbit!