Ilia's shortest job reminded me of my own.
This is about my shortest time at a job. I worked for one company a total of three shifts. It was back while I was still in high school, before I got my "first real job" (because I'm not counting this one) at the fast food joint. I interviewed with a creepy looking man, who later became my boss. I'll call him Nerd because he dressed like Steve Urkel (or however it's spelt) and honestly called himself a nerd.
He knew I was in high school. It was plastered on my application, I mentioned it like 50 times in the interview, and my age should have been a reminder. I was also involved in my school's track and field team, as the team manager because I wanted to be with my friends, but couldn't run due to an old cheerleading injury. So the coach let me be their manager, so I didn't have to be at every practice, but had to be at the track meets with my handy dandy clipboard and stopwatch. I gave all the dates of our track events to Nerd, saying I could NOT work on these days. He said he was cool with that, having been involved in sports when he was in high school as well. So, we agreed upon working two nights a week, plus weekends. Simple, right? Ha...
I started my training on a Thursday night with a kind old lady, who I kept in touch with even after I left this place of hell. (She has since passed on now, but she was amazing.) I'll call her Flo.
Flo walked me through everything, answered any questions I had, and was the most patient trainer I had ever had. She worked with me for two days, Thursday and Friday, and by Saturday, I felt pretty good about working in the store.
Flo had a later shift on Saturday than me, so I was with Nerd and his niece, Kitty. Nerd was holed up in the back office, working on the upcoming schedule, so I was left alone with Kitty. Kitty took it upon herself to work me like a dog. Since this was the first time I had been working in a store, I did it all with no complaint. While Flo did an awesome job training me, I was still slow to know where what product went, and Kitty told me, "You're too slow. Your work is too sloppy. Are you fucking retarded?"
I tried not to let it bother me, but I was growing frustrated. She offered no advice or help on where anything went, just demanded I "step on it now." After about three hours, Nerd resurfaced from the office and sent Kitty on her lunch. While Kitty was gone, things went even more weird.
Nerd started giving me remarks on how my butt looked in my pants, claimed he liked how my shirt clung to my chest (even at 16 years old, I was pretty large breasted - all women in my family are cursed like that, I guess.) I felt really uncomfortable because he was at least twenty years older than me. That was about as creepy as he got, other than following me around the store.
When Kitty got back, Nerd sent me on my break. I took off for the back, grabbed my things, and looked at the schedule he just posted. That's when I realized...he posted me to work days during the week...times when I was suppose to be in school. I panicked. I pointed it out to Nerd, who said, "Well, guess you need to decide what's more important...school or your job." I just nodded, said I would see what I could do, and walked out to take my break.
During my break, I called my mom, crying my eyes out. I told her he scheduled me during school. She told me I had to work it out with him. Then I told her Nerd was saying shit about my body. She freaked the fuck out. "Do NOT go back into that store. I will be there in 10 minutes!" (I wasn't driving yet then...and we lived 20 minutes away...she still made it in 10!)
She showed up, with my step-father, and walked into the store...with me following close behind. "How DARE you make comments about my UNDERAGE daughter's chest and butt! Are you LOOKING to be arrested? You're lucky I didn't call the cops!" She lectured Nerd some more about being an idiot and pervert, then turned to me and said, "Tell this fool you quit. You don't need this job. We'll find you something else." So I whispered I quit to Nerd and my stepdad pulled me out of the store while my mom forced Nerd to give her my pitiful first (and last) check.
I didn't bother getting a new job until the summer before my senior year. My mom just said that she'd buy all the things I needed and told me to hit up my dad for the things I wanted. I guess she told my dad about it because, according to my stepsister, he went in and raised hell with Nerd too (though he never owned up to it) and bought me all the things I asked for until I got my new job.
I guess sometimes having an overprotective mother had it's perks. She's still overprotective, but least doesn't fly off her handle anymore. (I'd feel weird having my mom fight my battles now that I am 26 and not 16 anymore. Felt pretty weird about it at 16 too, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have known what to do otherwise.)
And that is the story of my shortest job experience!