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I don't have any fun stories. Those shortest time I've held a position is probably 10 months. I had previously been laid off and got a new job one February. I transferred to another university that required relocation and had to move in December. So I had to quit that job.
8 days at Tony's Donuts in 1976 (laid off from ExCello). Midnights supposedly just filling donuts, then he added, you wash all the equipment in the kitchen; then wash the floor in the kitchen; then..at 7 AM go out there and clean up and mop the front..it went on and on, more and more stuff to do. So, I quit.
Oh jeez. I was like 17, got a job part time at a cute little gift shop. Turns out the cash register didn't figure out the change for you, and that was (still is) quite beyond me. I worked one 5 hour shift and never went back. I'm still embarrased about it.
Six months as a hostess at Texas Roadhouse. Could not stand the gossip and hatred of my managers and co-workers. I got out the second I got a job somewhere else.
3 days as a food server at a restaurant I had worked at after HS. I decided to go back there (same restaurant different area) just part time to make some extra money after my first son was born. The woman training me was such a rotten b***, I quit after 3 days. Any extra money I would have made was not worth dealing with stupid people and the stress of waiting tables again.
3 weeks working at Netapp, which is a great company. I was well-paid as a contractor, but I was offered a permanent position after a week and told them I would be leaving. They needed the help, so I kept working for them until I was ready to make the switch, but obviously the training stopped there.
2 hours at Burger King. It was my first job, and I was barely 16 years old. I walk in the first day and they hand me a uniform shirt size 2X (obviously not my size) that I'm almost positive had not been washed. It was covered in sweat stains and smelled like an onion ring. They gave me no training yet got frustrated when I could not magically work the registers. I went home early and called the second day to tell them I wouldn't be back.
I quickly discovered that food service was not for me.
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