I worked at one place for about a month. My “other duties as assigned” ended up being their third manager in a year trying to double my work load, insisting I get in early, stay late, oh, but you can’t go over 40 hours a week so you might need to do some things off the clock. F* that. I was being subjected to “care and shares” and “pizza powwows” — aka pointless meetings where everyone chats about their feelings and spitballs ideas about sales tactics. It was hell. All I wanted to do was sit at my desk and get my work done because the work I did had nothing to do with the aforementioned feelings and sales. Err rather, I’m sure they didn’t want to hear my real feelings like, “Gee, I think this meeting is a huge waste-suck of my valuable time.” I was a data numbers cruncher. Why did I need to be there? I left that job a week later for one offering $10k more a year and a better schedule and no meetings. When I told them I was leaving the manager actually told me he was disappointed to hear I would leave over more money. Yeah, it was about more than money, but I thought it was humorous that he thought that wasn’t important.