What is the shortest time you have stayed in a job?

[Honkytonky12]

I've been in my job for 2mths and I really hate it. I keep putting off handing my notice in but it's just getting worse and worse. Help me feel better 😭

1 day…but in my defence, I was 18 (at uni)

I had interviewed at 3 places within a few days of each other.
I took the first job I got offered and did one day at the new place (didn’t enjoy it, boring etc)
The next day I got offered a better job with a nicer company who wanted me to start the following weekend. I ended up staying there all through uni & full time for a year afterwards ( they let me transfer down to London) I loved it & it’s still one of the best places I’ve ever worked, plus I’m still friends with loads of people I worked with.

Just over 6 months - teaching job that was horrid. Lovely kids and colleagues, but horrible management. I was miserable for 3 months, and then my DH’s mate was round, asked me how it was going, I said not good and he was like ‘oh, so why don’t you quit?’ And it was like he’d switch on the light bulb over my head and I thought - oh yeah, I could just quit. It had seriously not crossed my mind to quit after a such a short space of time. I kind of just power through things in life and it was the first time I let myself say ‘no, this isn’t worth it.’ Gave my notice and left three months later (along with 4 other members of staff who had started just a few months before I did which also reaffirmed my decision). So liberating. And I work in an amazing school now, so 100% worth it. Unless you are financially in a rut, life’s too short for shit workplaces.

1 night shift at an awful factory where it was so noisy that they made you wear headphones. With them on, I couldn't hear what to do so I was clueless and embarrassed and aimlessly trying to do a job I had no idea how to do.

Shortest?

Ten minutes I reckon.

I was 14 or 15 and my mother signed me up for strawberry picking.

Myself and two other lads from our street were driven to the farm by one of their mums.

When we arrived, we walked to the main gate. As we approached, the farmer was berating a couple of girls telling them they were too puny and weak so to go home.

He sized up the three of us and, indicating me, said I too didn't meet his standards so not to bother.

My mother seemed to think I had somehow punified myself just to spite her and give me a load of grief. This was undermined that evening when the other two lads came home, tired and filthy, having been worked to exhaustion and bilked out of nearly all their pay.

Next shortest:

An afternoon. It wasn't an actual job as such. I was on an employment course which was geared towards call centre work. We were nearing the end of the course so had a visit to a call centre which aimed to take us on as soon as we finished our course.

We stood and watched as this psychopath of a floor manager stomped about shouting abuse at her staff and threw fun-sized chocolate bars at them.

"Mary! Pick up that fucking call!" and then bounced a mini Mars bar off poor Mary's head.

The group of us decided that we wouldn't be applying for any call centre jobs.

1 day.

fresh and green out of uni trying to find a job. Got one selling Kirby Hoovers to tide me over. Bloody awful. I lasted a day. They wanted me to do a sales pitch to my then dps elderly Aunty who was a bit vulnerable. Nah.