I was 19 and living in Aussie (Brisbane) during 1990 and needed a job so I placed an add in the paper "Able bodied young man looking for office, manual or farm work". I got quite a few replies and finally did get a pretty cool job but in the meantime I hit a few dead ends.
One was for a 'marketing and sales' job. I turned up for the interview and within a few minutes I found myself in a van with the(a) manager and a junior employee on my way to market and sell cheap arse pots and pans and clocks etc door to door in Surfers Paradise!
These guys were full of jingoistic sales and motivational talk all day until we stopped for a break in the early afternoon. While the manager was away buying some shit to eat, the junior shit peddler asked me 'what I thought of it so far?'
'Mate... it sucks!'
Turns out I didn't get the job (which was cool by me) and they didn't talk to me for the rest of the trip (which was also cool by me).
But at least they were kind enough to give me a ride back to Brisbane.
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