In high school I worked in a call center doing telemarket research. They would monitor phone calls and your typing and grade you on if you entered stuff verbatim. I'd get in trouble a lot for using contractions when the person didn't and small stuff like that. I'm sure there was some reason for needing to be precise but it was never explained. Oh well. I put up with it because it paid well 15 bucks an hour when minimum wage was 6 something and hours were 6 to 10 so people could work it as a second job.

Anyway it was senior year and I had a lot going on. Internship from 6am to 10am. School from 11am to 3pm then work 6pm to 10pm. Well I ended up getting some really nasty flu or something in February and my internship gave me the week I was sick off and the week after since we worked with primates and I may have been contagious. Work didn't believe me but I literally had no voice and could only whisper, no way was I talking on the phone for 4 hours a night. But I begged and pleaded and they let me come back a few weeks later.

Well a week or two after getting better my grandfather ended up passing away. I just needed my Friday and Saturday shifts off at work and internship to drive up for the funeral. My internship gave me the week off anyways. The bosses at work called me in and told me they didn't believe me thought I'd been lying about everything the past few months and told me to shape up or ship out. I chose to ship out.

They ended up calling me a week later and asking me to come but I'd had enough.