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Discussion in 'Jobs I Have Had' started by Mary Robi, Nov 9, 2018.
Anyone hear from @Bess Barber ?
Not sure what made me think of this today, but which has happened more to you - you quit, or you were fired ? I only remember being fired twice in my life time. Unsure about the first one. I do know I quit many jobs, even when I was young raising two kids on my own. Some I quit because I knew things they were doing were illegal.
I've never been fired. I think that if I were unable to perform a job, I'd be aware of it and I would leave before being fired.
It was so short I cannot remember! Probably Park Ranger and my first job was cleaning a restroom where some sicko's had thrown feces all over the walls and urinated all over everything. I open the door, gagged and added my breakfast to the mess, returned to the office, and gave them their shirt back. I told them they needed to be more detailed when they asked if an applicant could clean toilets. That mess required a hazardous suit and mask.
I can't remember the shortest.
Stocking shelves at a Walgreens or something like it. It was a temp assignment. Awful supervisor. Boring, late night. I quit the second night.
Power brake operator, hated the job as soon as I started, when lunch rolled around I took the lunch break and never want back so 4 hours which they still owe me for.
There were other jobs where I got hired yet never showed up, back then jobs were easy to find not like today.
Director of Software Development: It only lasted one week when I found out the company president misrepresented the job to me and and was misrepresenting the company's products to its customers. It took me three days to figure this out and 3 more to convince the the man that it was in his best interests to pay me for my time and expenses,.
One week, a terrible supervisor and gossiping co-worker’s convinced me of the necessity of a speedy exit. It was one of my better decisions….
Port Everglades ,Florida,
Changing the brake shoes on a merchant fishing vassal Star Kist. I lasted 4 hours. First I almost passed out dragging a " bastard file; yes their is such a thing' across the sand flea shipyard, then a huge Greek with a sledge hammer was striking the pin I was holding. I was tending bar in Ft. Lauderdale and the foreman came in and I ask if they had opening, so he thought it would be fun to hire a woman I guess. My friend and I moved there with our 6 kids, what a mistake. She was tending bar. I didn't like the job. Back to Atlanta we both went.
I once applied for a weekend cleaning job in an arts and craft centre, the interview went well and I got the job, but silly me didn't realise it was an evening job but I gave it a go anyway as I needed extra cash, so I started the job and I was the only person in the building which felt a bit eerie, then the second weekend there I was chatting to someone who worked in the building a few yards away, it turned out that I was actually working next to a funeral parlour, I didn't stay long after that! (◔‿◔)
LOL,Jessica, that's one I never had, thank goodness.
If the director of the funeral parlour went next door and took origami classes, think of how many more people the cemetery could hold.
That's just awful, LOL.
I'm scared of my own shadow as it is so my imagination was going crazy! (•‿•)