What a waste of gas. It was a part-time job in a telemarketing boiler room.
“You knew I was only interested in a full-time job. Why did you bring me in?” I said to the owner.
“Well, you said you were interested,” he said.
What a jerk. And they all wore matching golf shirts and visors. I haven’t seen a get-up like that since I was 15 and worked in fast food.