My shortest job was about four hours back in the 1960's. I was sent as a temp to the construction headquarters of a national fast-food chain to work as a secretary to one of the managers. Our desks were in an office off the main office and had a large glass window looking into the larger room. He seemed to have a very bad temper and spent most of his time yelling into the phone. At about 11:30 a.m., at the end of a particularly bad phone call, he picked up the phone and hurled it at (and through) the window, scatting glass all over the place. Then he stomped out. I figured that if I made a bad mistake, I could be the next one thrown through the window, so I picked up my purse, announced to anyone who was listening that I was going to lunch and headed straight to the temp agency office. I said I wasn't going back and please find me another job. They apologized and said they wouldn't supply any more secretaries to that company (sounded like this kind of thing had happened before) and assigned me to another job.