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Been working at a place through a agency , just finished my 3rd week and im already looking for other work 🙁
Whats your shortest time at work before moving on ?
20 mins 😉
One day.
2 days..............at a bakery.
Two days - it was a two day temp job!
4 hours.
1 day, agency work and the tw4ts left me for 6+hours without a break. I would have left sooner and left the machine spewing stuff on the floor, but didn't want a bad reputation with the agency.
About an hour, door to door canvassing for Kitchen Direct.
**** that for a game of soldiers.
I think at 3 weeks im doing well then 😯
not sure if i`ll make it 4 weeks ?
3 days and the prat refused to pay me
14 months.
1/2 day - temp job, was told it was office work so I turned up in a suit to find loads of others there in jeans, we had to fill envelopes for a massive mail shot. Was a few days work but didn't go back.
I am actually at a 1 day gig for a design firm today, which will be the shortest time I have ever worked... talking of work... I better get on.
1/2 day also, temp job.
Was told that "some" smoking was aloud in the office, but they failed to mention that every single person was in fact a chain smoker, was worse than being in a pub (pre-ban days).
90 minutes (felt like 90 hours), all of which were spent watching wafers slowly going past me on a conveyor belt. It was [b]unbelievably[/b] dull!
21 years!
30 minutes!
Got paid for 6 hours though. 😀
3 months, 6 days. Three more days to go...
6 hours without a break, how did you cope? FFS!
Anyway about 6 weeks for 2 jobs I was doing at the same time.
One day. Picking strawberries ain't as fun as it sounds.
About 20mins... agency work driving for a secure shredding company, turned up to work and the vehicle (7.5 tonner) wasn't roadworthy so I refused to drive it, they sent me away and someone else went out in it. Never did get asked to do that one again.
I managed 15 minutes of data entry before walking out.
A morning on a legitimate EU scam. The company had a warehouse in the UK and one on Frankfurt (or thereabouts). They had one warehouse full of sugar (in big sacks) and another empty one. They loaded half the sugar onto a fleet of lorries and drove it to the second warehouse. Having done that, they set up a shuttle where sacks were moved from Germany to the UK. Once in the UK we had to unload the lorries, stack them in a corner, then unstack them and take them out to another warehouse (a few yards away) and repeat the process. These sacks would later be collected by the driver who had just delivered them and take them back to Germany and repeat.
By the end of the morning my back was in so much pain and my arms so raw from shifting gritty/sugary sacks about that I told the foreman I had had enough and packed it in. The money was good - this must have been about 1981 and I got £60 for a mornings work.
15 minutes, when a "marketing" job turned out to be a door to door salesman job.
about 25mins - walked in took one look at the place, asked about PPE got told they didn't think it was neccesary. called my missus to explain situation - walked out.
3 days and I looked stupid ... some sort of "pyramid" door to door sales.
Two or three days I think. It was wrapping UPVC profile (the stuff they make windows out of) in a factory. 12 hour days and it was about 35°C in the factory in November.
you could measure my shortest employment in hours.. maybe even minutes..
twice.. way back in my callow youth.. both times failing miserably to have the willpower required to be a skivvy on a building site..
1 day temp job driving a van
Six days as a tech engineer for the biggest scheister I have ever met. I Was promised a company car and took the job on that basis. The job was about an hours travelling on public transport. When I turned up - no vehicle and he said I would get it after a trial period. After a but of wrangling he allowed me the use of a clapped out van which broke down three times in the week and stank of cat pee. He also expected me to buy all of my own, quite specialized and expensive tools from him, which he would "deduct" from my wages. When the van broke down on me in the lakes on a Saturday night I had enough and rang him, told him to stick his job where the sun doesn't shine and stayed with mate up there before getting the train home next day, abandoning the van in the middle if nowhere.
Got shown round the worst paper round in the whole of Scotland.Morning and night for £1.15 (in 1981)approx 6-7000m climbing. Basically went back the next am,picked up huge bag of papers and dumped them round the corner from the newsagents in some bushes. 😳
A morning in a telesales job, and a few hours at a nightshift painting shelving parts.
Two days admin work at a devon council through an agency. It wasn't so much the work as the complete lack of it! No internet at work so bored rigid, people who were supposed to give me work seemed to spend the whole day on fag breaks. Might have stuck at it but was offered alternative agency work so jumped at the chance to leave.
When I worked in a factory it wasn't unusual for new starters to leave at first break - 2 hours in.
He also expected me to buy all of my own, quite specialized and expensive tools from him, which he would "deduct" from my wages
I had one of those; to add insult to unjury, I forgot that I'd paid for them and returned them as company property when I walked out. It was -years- later when I suddenly remembered.
8 weeks.
45miles each way down through Grenoside into Hillsborough. Get there, ask if there was any work for me, got told "I'm a bit busy, I'll get back to you later". This went on for 4 weeks, then I had an interview at the place I'm at now. 2 more weeks of the above and a second interview at the place I'm at now.
Handed my notice in, got told "you don't have to work the full notice, you can go at the end of the month. Shame as we had big plans for you"
Really? then why not give me some sodding work to do!?
6 Hours in a pub kitchen when I was 17. No fag break no workey.
25 years & still counting, I like my (one & only) job.
5 Days. Student holiday job. It was in a warehouse where they cleaned plastic trays that supermarkets get various produce in, the type used to display fruit/veg. It was full of rats, covered in mud/grease, and one lunchtime they had a 'who can wheelspin the forklift the furthest competition'... I got asked to read the football news from the Scum newspaper by a couple of blokes that were illiterate.
I recall that the last day I was there some trays came in that had out of date packets of Bacon in, despite the fact these were supposed to go back to the supermarkets (?) I remember a lad sticking them up his jumper to take home. It was a real wake up call to be honest. I rang up to quit and woman from the temp agency said 5 days was much longer than most students... and for some poor b**tards that was their full time job.
burger king, 2 days.
Almost 10 mins. Chicken processing plant. Didn't even get into the overalls. Wasn't the first of that week's intake to quit either...
One month. Was asked to fire someone on very flimsy grounds which would have ruined their career. When I refused I was then sked to blackmail said person into disclosing information on co-workers which the bosses wanted. Pointed out to the cheif executive and department head that they were behaving criminally and resigned the next day.
13 days, got the job, found another that paid more, handed in notice, bye bye.
It's definateley easier to find work when you've got work
Hour and a half in a temp job, got a better offer for a placement starting the next day, got paid for 3 hours.
2 hours then I got the sack for lumping some fat **** who thought it be funny to eat my lunch.
Six hours. Memory Lane cakes in Cardiff. A summer job taken purely for financial reasons because it paid better than a more interesting job elsewhere. My task was to don white baker's clothing, heatproof mitts and a hair net then pick up a tray of 4 hot cakes coming out of the oven conveyor belt and tap them out onto a separate "cooling tower" conveyor belt. For hour, upon hour, upon hour. I was bored sh1tless after the first 10 minutes. A pair of elderly ladies either side of me in a trance like state with no conversational skills. A big, noisy, cooling fan opposite where a succession of male co-workers would occasionally drop their trousers to cool their sweaty @rses and waft pubic hairs which would float in my direction and land on a few cakes in the process. Utterly, utterly mind numbingly boring. My first taste of the reality that some unfortunate souls have to do jobs that are so repetitively, utterly boring that it hurts. I just couldn't hack it and couldn't take part in the cake pilfering at the end of the shift either, which made me feel more isolated and others suspicious of me. I left after that shift and didn't come back. Life's too short. Managed to get a job the next week in a post room instead, which was a great laugh with a good bunch of people. Laughs and banter all day long.
12 mins!
As a head chef for some years, I took a new job and was told after 11 mins they had employed another chef who would be head chef and I would be 2nd....
About 10 mins, a cola factory oop north sometime in the eighties. I would do(and did) some rough jobs in those days but didnt fancy this one.
4 hrs at very small engineering workshop in brackley,1997.
was told at the interview that they needed a fanuc vmc programmer/machinist, went in on first day and he told me he had changed his mind and wanted me as a manual turner?, told him i hadn't done that in 13 yrs since my apprenticeship and that i wasn't fast,
he gave me my first part and then spent the rest of the morning telling me that i didn't seem to know what i was doing on the lathe, by lunch it
had turned a bit nasty, eventually i told him he had to pay me for the morning and that he was lucky that i didn't have time to break his little weedy face for him, went straight to the agency thta had sent me there and gave them some abuse and told them to take me off their books and give me a cheque. 😀
When I was a student I signed up for a [s]scam[/s] job that involved going into pubs to teach Landlords how to use a new IT system which was being rolled out.
I was a little too cynical even in those days, and didn't make it past the first days [i]training[/i] before telling the [s]wide boy[/s] employer that it wasn't working for me. 😈
I too lasted one day picking strawberries. It sucked royally.