Most of the duties involved telephone work - booking hotels, plane flights, arranging meetings - which I absolutely loathed (the agency knew I had no aptitude for telephone work but sent me anyway). I hated it and felt completely out my depth. I was too nervous to speak to anyone, and my self confidence fell to previously unknown depths.
On the third day (when the girl was leaving), I rang my agency and told them I had a problem, I couldn’t stay there, it wasn’t the job for me. They managed to persuade me to stick it until the end of the week. I went back but felt oppressed, trapped, useless, pathetic. By mid afternoon I was on the verge of tears and knew I couldn’t stay a minute longer. I went into the boss’ office and told him I didn’t feel well, that I was going home. I never went back. The agency apparently got a bollicking for me walking out, but I didn’t care, life was too short to be that miserable doing a job you weren’t cut out to do.
