To the annals of short tenures at a job ...

I'd buy a good knife sharpening stone. Always losing those.

 

My first full-time job was at a paper in a grungy, faded industrial city. The paper was cheap and instead of flying people in for interviews, it hired out-of-staters over the phone. Photog shows up, and after taking in the sights on the drive into the office, says, "I didn't know I'd be working in fucking Tijuana" and quits.

 

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Funny thing about my guy is that he took a (somewhat) similarly crummy gig in a crummier area.

 

At one of my former shops, the executive editor had been on the job about two or three weeks before he came in on a Sunday and slipped a note under the publisher's door, never to be heard from again. The thing is, he had a column that day about the changes he was considering for the paper.
But four hours, wow, that's impressive.

 

That Tijuana line is priceless

 

Fixed.

 

I sat through one of those, too. I was hired after lunch, and I called the next day and said, "You know what? No." I got my first job at a paper three weeks later.

 

Sounds like quite the pickle.

 

fucking dress codes.

 

Years ago, my former boss sent a first-time stringer out to a football. He came back and reported that quarterback Joe Schmoe completed 10 passes on 15 attemptions.

Needless to say, he was one-and-done.

 

So you guys think attemptions are a meaningless that there, too?