To ask you - what's the fastest you've gone "f*** this" to a job

[Weston14]

Inspired by some chat in my office today.

Worked in one of those horrible, sickly, neon-lit dessert type places as a sixth former. Did one shift where I came straight from sixth form and was rota'd until 10pm, didn't end up getting out til about half midnight at which point I'd missed the last bus, I was covered in batter and chocolate, it was roasting, they had Capital on which just played the same three songs over and over again, and I ended up spending half the shift hidden in the fridge in the stock room. Ended up getting paid for a full week's work and blocked the recruiter's number and the manager's number in case they came asking for it.

Big London office where I went in as a temp. Put in a room and expected to sort out a mountain of filing even though I had absolutely no idea what the company did and what any of the papers pertained to.

I had the audacity to step out into the main office and ask how their filing system worked. Total cow of a woman decided that what I actually needed was a very loud and condescending dressing down in front of everybody. I asked her who the hell she thought she was speaking to and told her to go fuck herself, picked up my bag and left.

She was pig ugly as well.

30 minutes, but a bit like @Tothemoonandbackx I was initially under the impression that I was attending an interview.

The "interview" bit lasted 5 minutes, after which I was put into a booth with a phone and headset and told that I'd be taking some practice calls in order to assess my telephone manner and language skills (the calls were in a European language). I was told that the "callers" would be other employees and I would be monitored and assessed as part of the hiring process.

After the first few calls it became clear that the "practice calls" were actually live calls, the people I was speaking to were being cold-called by an automated call-centre dialler and I just had to use the script that I'd been given and run with it.

After about 30 minutes I stood up and made to leave only to be stopped by a supervisor, who I had to almost physically barge past in order to get out of the door.

I started a new job once and on the first day went home and said well, I’ll try and last six months.
Next day I was in the loo emailing the recruitment agencies! It was awful. I was almost 30, very experienced and capable, the job sounded like exactly my sort of thing (office admin) but there was nothing to do! Ten mins of work in the morning, ten mins of work in the afternoon and then the very occasional bit of reception work. And I had to schlep up and down three flights of stairs making coffees for everyone which I personally found quite degrading, even if I was in a support role. The people were nice so I stuck it out till I had a new job, but if they’d been horrible I’d have walked out because it was awful having nothing to do, I actually found it quite upsetting and stressful. Just sat alllllll daaaaay like that.
i found a job just before my three month probation period was up so only had to do a week’s notice but I think if I hadn’t found anything I may have just left anyway (living at home still so I could get away with doing that). The next job wasn’t much better, I was only there 8 months!

Oh god, temp jobs decades ago when I was between uni years (very early 2000s, no smart phones, not all offices had internet etc).

In a prison, in the office where they read all the incoming/outgoing letters, sort out visitors passes etc. They were apparently snowed under but wouldn’t actually show me how to do anything, and the way the other women spoke about the inmates was disgusting. Didn’t go back to day two.

In an office, I can’t even remember what they did, but I was put in a room that was floor to ceiling with paperwork - file that any way you see fit! Nobody spoke to me. Phoned the agency and told them I wouldn’t be going back and she swore at me and told me I’d really f-ed her over. Phoned me back later to apologise and say that I was the third person who had not lasted more than a day. I explained what it was like and she understood!

In a new hospital where they had moved all the records over but they had somehow become unfiled. They hired a big group of students to do this, and they clearly knew how awful it was being stuck in the hot, dark room because the hourly rate got higher the longer you stayed. I think I did a week!

Aside from those I did love temping - a different place and people every couple of weeks, not being there long enough for politics and really getting a feel for what you liked. Life was much more simple then! There was one place where they were closing the office down and had made loads of people redundant so they had me for two weeks to just sort the post each morning and then the rest of the day was my own to read, email my
friends etc.

Temping in a law related military office. Had to open all the post and distribute out to the various poor sods who worked there. Most things were marked 'private and confidential' due to the legal nature of the correspondence so I was told to open everything, even if it said confidential on it. Next day, got shouted at by the boss because I had opened the envelope her payslip came in 😂

Everyone had to have their own personal milk in the office fridge and I was advised to draw a line on mine so 'I would know if someone else had taken it'. We were allowed a certain number of loo rolls for the week.

They seemed a bit confused when I left after a week and almost had a go at me for letting them down?! 😂 thankfully I'd been offered a much better permanent job 😂

I walked out of a care home after less than 2hrs in the building. I'd done a weeks offsite training with them first
But I walked out mid tour of the actual care home and rang CQC because of the state of the place and the disgusting way staff were speaking to residents

Temp job over 15 years ago. It was in a grimy call centre cold calling people to sell them magazine subscriptions. It was awful. I lasted a day. The staff were crammed in these tiny cubicles in this awful grotty building. Staff were forbidden to speak to each other.....I remember the relief of getting up and walking out at the end of that first day, and I knew I wouldn't be going back.

remember taking a job in a sports bar when I was a teenager as a waitress on a Saturday…it was near the local championship football ground so very rowdy on a weekend before and after matches - they had a “express menu” that they promised would be with you 15mins after ordering (cause it was all shot reheated food).

first shift was a very rowdy football day place wa packed with tables up blokes who felt they could leer and touch the female staff and the managed handed me uniform which included a (very tight low cut) t-shirt advertising the express menu with the slogan - I can satisfy you in 15minutes - across the back of it….it’s was at that point that 16 year old me decided this was not the job for me…and I left…didn’t even start my first shift

About 30 minutes. Turned out it's sales job with nmw and commission (not salary as advertised) and manager was obnoxious twat.
I was rather unemployed than working for them (i had interviews lined up and got job elsewhere that week)

As a student, I got myself a Saturday job in a bakery. The Saturday I was due to start, my alarm went off at 5am and I decided it was too early and I couldn't do that every weekend. I rolled over and went back to sleep. I was a no-show and didn't even get in touch with them to say. Not my proudest moment at all 😣.
I pulled myself together after that and have always been a pretty reliable employee since.

A week.

I went to South west France to work in a hotel and restaurant for two months during the long vacation ( This job was advertised in the Lady) . This was fifty years ago, so the recruitment was all done by post, but it sounded fine, photo of the restaurant etc looked smart.

When I and the three other English girls got there, we were told that we weren’t going to be paid the advertised wages, we were going to work for ‘tips’. You can probably guess what the tips were for…..

I was lucky, my dear Father had insisted that I had the fare home, so I wasn’t stuck. I also met a very nice woman when visiting the local church, who invited me to stay with her and her family ( I suppose the cafe was known about in the town). So I did.

It was fairly grim. I can only imagine what it must be like for trafficked women who don’t have their passport and their train fare home.

I remember working for pennies on an internship abroad years ago and nicking loo roll from the office toilets to take home 🫣 They were always bloody overflowing with unused rolls, and I think the cleaners used to just keep topping them up until literally every surface was covered, it would have been a waste to leave them all there!

I did the morning 'training'.... In a cafe located within a cooperative building, which made me 🤔 anyway

I nipped out at lunchtime and never went back

Their 'customer service' role was basically pushy salespeople working inside a TK Maxx who wouldn't take no for an answer and would follow people into the store and out onto the street

Bloody awful

One week, but I only stayed that long to get my pay. I was 18.

I've spoken about it on here before but I au-paired in Spain as a young language student, never again! I could write a whole thread just on that.

Does saying no to a job offer because you've already sussed it will be shit count?

Jam Factory - in my home town - mother got me a summer job there. You had to stand by the line as the fruit ran down it and pick the bad ones out. It was so noisy even with ear defenders in. You weren't allowed to talk and if you looked up from the line for one sec the women in charge would hammer down on the line and roar at you. I also got light-headed from the standing, it was a relief to walk out of the factory and see sunlight. I lasted two days, my mother wasnt impressed with me

I did two shifts at McDonalds. Hated it. Hot, busy, stressful and the smell is just gross. I was 16 and endlessly harassed by the male grillers who were all at least ten years older. Just yuck.

I also worked at Lush for a matter of weeks. Horrible pressure to sell sell sell, just a really unpleasant nasty atmosphere. I walked out without notice when I was put on disciplinary for not literally hounding customers.

I’m a lecturer now! Much better 🤣

I did a text based adult chat service thing once.

We were told that users knew they were paying to talk to workers, they were in on the fantasy, paying for a pretend girlfriend who would have text conversations with them and they absolutely definitely knew it wasn't real.

It was drilled into us, keep stringing them along, let them think you'll meet up at some point but never give firm details...

Within the work platform, each users account would have a notes section so you could see what previous details had been given, for continuity purposes... and you had to check these and scroll back a bit to ensure you never fluffed up, contradicting what the previous person had said.

Of course, it became quite clear within the first hour that many of the users had no clue AT ALL that this was not a dating/hook up service, and there were definitely multiple lonely old blokes paying A QUID A MESSAGE to talk to 'Susie' or 'Sandy' or 'Candy' etc.

You'd get messages like 'I'm really sorry I've been quiet my love, I had to wait for my pension to come in so I could message you...'

So then just as this is dawning on me, (yeah, slow as fuck I know...), I got a message from some bloke who wanted me to describe to him the process of me shitting into a condom and then pushing the shit filled condoms up his bottom.

There isn't enough money in the world. I logged off and never logged back on.

I had as job once as a nanny. During the interview the mum stressed that she likes to come in from work and the nanny to be gone quite quickly so she can spend the evening with her son - fine by me.

She took a week off work to do the handover (standard), my God that week was just unreal she micromanaged EVERYTHING including checking an apple which I got from her fruit bowl to give to her son. Of course I didn’t leave on time once that week because of all the delays her micromanaging was causing.
Following week she was still off work for some reason except for one day and that day was bliss, she walked in and everything was done and then made some catty remark to me about how I CAN get everything done on time.

I called the agency that evening and said I couldn’t work for her any longer. The agency didn’t seem surprised. I got another job fairly quickly but kept seeing the little boy about with different nannies every few weeks/months.

I also walked out of an interview once. It was for another nanny job. The house was filthy, the mum made me a cup of tea spilling sugar all over the side and leaving it, dumping the teabag on the side with other teabags when the bin was literally 3 metres away. We sat in living room but I had to clear the sofa of stuff in order to sit down. Then told me they have a cat who like to bring half dead birds to me and then asked was I alright with that. I made my excuses and left. It was a pity as it was a nanny share and the other family were lovely but I couldn’t do it.

I was just about to post almost exactly the same as you! I've worked in several care settings over the years but went for a job in a new 'posher' one. The care manager proudly told me their cheapest room went for around £2K a week.
I then spent 2 hours of my shadow shift listening to the careers complaining that a poor chap had the audacity to not die quick enough. It wasn't dark humour either, they were genuinely placing bets and willing him to hurry up Horrid people

Did 1 and a half days with a woman who recruited for very high level domestic staff. Job could have been interesting except the woman was mad as a box of frogs, had a little dog that shat on the floor and didn't believe in computers (none of which I knew at interview) just really, really weird

I day in December 2022. It turned out that my trainer was my old school bully. I though "fuck that", clocked off at 10pm and never went back.

Two hours. I got sent when a student for a temp job in a large open plan office (American Express). Nobody said a thing to me, and there was nothing for me to do. I was more or less an under-assistant to someone's secretary's assistant. It became obvious that I was sitting there doing nothing just to massage the ego of the secretary's boss, whoever he was (and it would have been a him then). I told someone on my way out that I didn't feel I could be useful to them, and left.

I got a job in a weird museum. It was open late into the night and on my first shift I was informed that I’d be locking up everything on my own after each shift. The bit that was a huge no for me was that I essentially had to lock myself in before going out a really dodgy route. The museum was basically underground and even being there on my own for the shift was scary enough. I felt genuinely unsafe there. I handed in my notice the next day. They weren’t happy but I was like screwwww that.