• I’ve got two stories, both temp jobs in my younger years.

    I was working a temp job on some weaving machine with some girl. I was engaging in some chit chat while we were monitoring the machine until the next manual interference had to be done. She asked me if I liked the job. I told her it was fine, I was just there to earn my bread, I didn’t think much of it. It was just chatter, or so I thought.

    After the break, the manager came to me and told me that since i didn’t like working there, I was fired. Turns out the girl went to the manager office, literally crying, telling him that I was complaining about the job and she feared that it would badly influence her position in the company and that I was sabotaging the company.

    That was fucking weird! Anyways, I was out of there and didn’t care a bit. I was 19 or so and had a new job the next day. It was only a summer job anyways.

    Another summer job (a year later) was another temp job. I had to go to some distribution company and they’d tell me what to do. Fine.

    I got there and they tell me I had to wipe conveyer belts with a cloth. That sucks, but allright, it was only for a week. A few moments later, one of the workers came up to me and asked me why I was there. I said I was there to work. He said, “No, I mean what did you do to be put here”. He thought I was a convicted fellon doing my time there. Clearly this was that kind of job. Needless to say I rung up the temp agency and explained to them that I wouldn’t be going back there.

    • Regarding your first story. What the fuck??? Do you know if she didn’t like you and wanted you gone? Or perhaps she just got off on fucking people over? Or do you think she genuinely believed what she was saying and was just fucking crazy?

      I can’t imagine how miserable of a person you must have to be to get someone fired for no reason.

      • I think she genuinely meant what she said. I had been working there for a couple weeks with good results. I had worked there the summer before also. I think management didn’t care for their employers anyways, they probably didn’t even know my name or my track record. I was always disposable and maybe too old (too expensive) by that time.