- Jun 21, 2006
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For me, 8 hours.
Back in 2007, my girlfriend at the time thought it would be cool for us to live in Boston for the summer. I had some friends there who had a spare room for the summer, so we decided to sublet it. We didn't really have anything lined up for jobs, and since we were only going to be there from late May to mid/late August, we figured we'd wing it, and just find something when we got settled in.
We checked Craigslist daily, and applied all over. I responded to an ad on Craigslist for a firm that was hiring a web/graphic designer for a summer internship. I sent over my resume and portfolio, and landed an interview the next week. Went to the interview, showed some work samples, shook some hands, and went on my way. I thought it went well, but I knew there must have been tons of people that had applied, so I knew there was a good amount of competition out there.
Next couple days pass, and no word from them. A week and a day passes, and nothing still. "Oh well" I think to myself, and continue the job search. I respond to another ad on Craigslist for some lawn furniture company looking for a warehouse worker. I call up, and the lady pretty much hires me over the phone. She says she can't find anybody that wants to actually work, and if I'd like, come down the following day to get started. There were some red flags going up, but I needed some money, so I figured I'd at least go check it out.
I get there, and it's this big outdoor/patio furniture company. I was to be working in their warehouse, which was basically a green house, only with stacks and stacks of outdoor furniture in it. It was all plexiglass walls, and not a single bit of protection from the sun. Hot is an understatement. There was no air circulation, no fans, just working inside of a blistering hot glass box, lugging furniture around. It was fucking miserable.
Right around lunch time, my phone starts ringing. I can tell right away that it's not friends or family (Maine only has one area code). I pick it up, and come to find out, it's the design firm that wants a 2nd interview -- with the owner. Despite my new found employment, I tell them I'll be there tomorrow.
After I get off the phone, I try to figure out how to tell them that I'm not going to be back tomorrow, but will be back the next day. I tell them I just received a call from my doctor, and have to head back to Maine for the day for some medical stuff, but assure them I'll be back the following day (assuming the design firm would still take a bit longer, regardless of how well the interview went). They seem a bit wary, but, seem convinced that I'll be back. During my phone call with them, I was hoping they'd make an offer right over the phone. If they did, I was going to drop everything I was doing and leave.
The following day I meet the boss, and see some more of the designer I'd be working under, and the HR lady. The interview goes very smooth, and I leave with even higher hopes than before. As I'm walking back to the green line, I get a call from the design firm offering me the position. I accept, and then breath a deep sigh knowing I won't have to go back to that fucking nightmare of a job in the sun-baked glass box from hell.
So for my shortest job stint, 8 hours. Didn't even collect the pay for it.
cliffs:
1) Started working a shitty job doing manual labor inside a lawn furniture filled greenhouse type thing.
2) Got a 2nd interview at design firm while working shitty job.
3) Went to interview the next day, and got the job.
4) Never spoke to shitty lawn furniture company again.
Back in 2007, my girlfriend at the time thought it would be cool for us to live in Boston for the summer. I had some friends there who had a spare room for the summer, so we decided to sublet it. We didn't really have anything lined up for jobs, and since we were only going to be there from late May to mid/late August, we figured we'd wing it, and just find something when we got settled in.
We checked Craigslist daily, and applied all over. I responded to an ad on Craigslist for a firm that was hiring a web/graphic designer for a summer internship. I sent over my resume and portfolio, and landed an interview the next week. Went to the interview, showed some work samples, shook some hands, and went on my way. I thought it went well, but I knew there must have been tons of people that had applied, so I knew there was a good amount of competition out there.
Next couple days pass, and no word from them. A week and a day passes, and nothing still. "Oh well" I think to myself, and continue the job search. I respond to another ad on Craigslist for some lawn furniture company looking for a warehouse worker. I call up, and the lady pretty much hires me over the phone. She says she can't find anybody that wants to actually work, and if I'd like, come down the following day to get started. There were some red flags going up, but I needed some money, so I figured I'd at least go check it out.
I get there, and it's this big outdoor/patio furniture company. I was to be working in their warehouse, which was basically a green house, only with stacks and stacks of outdoor furniture in it. It was all plexiglass walls, and not a single bit of protection from the sun. Hot is an understatement. There was no air circulation, no fans, just working inside of a blistering hot glass box, lugging furniture around. It was fucking miserable.
Right around lunch time, my phone starts ringing. I can tell right away that it's not friends or family (Maine only has one area code). I pick it up, and come to find out, it's the design firm that wants a 2nd interview -- with the owner. Despite my new found employment, I tell them I'll be there tomorrow.
After I get off the phone, I try to figure out how to tell them that I'm not going to be back tomorrow, but will be back the next day. I tell them I just received a call from my doctor, and have to head back to Maine for the day for some medical stuff, but assure them I'll be back the following day (assuming the design firm would still take a bit longer, regardless of how well the interview went). They seem a bit wary, but, seem convinced that I'll be back. During my phone call with them, I was hoping they'd make an offer right over the phone. If they did, I was going to drop everything I was doing and leave.
The following day I meet the boss, and see some more of the designer I'd be working under, and the HR lady. The interview goes very smooth, and I leave with even higher hopes than before. As I'm walking back to the green line, I get a call from the design firm offering me the position. I accept, and then breath a deep sigh knowing I won't have to go back to that fucking nightmare of a job in the sun-baked glass box from hell.
So for my shortest job stint, 8 hours. Didn't even collect the pay for it.
cliffs:
1) Started working a shitty job doing manual labor inside a lawn furniture filled greenhouse type thing.
2) Got a 2nd interview at design firm while working shitty job.
3) Went to interview the next day, and got the job.
4) Never spoke to shitty lawn furniture company again.
