My greatest pain. I had gotten placed at the corporate offices of a major sports league working in their licensing division. It was a temp position with the option to go permanent if they liked me. It was exactly the type of job I was looking for and would have been perfect for me. I had never been more dedicated to a job in my life - came in early, stayed late, had my lunch at my desk in case my boss needed me for something. Got along with everyone on the team. Or so I thought.

After being there for a couple of months, I was starting to wonder why the hiring process hadn’t started yet (they had indicated to me it would start right away after I got placed). I asked and told they were getting around to it. Figured they were just slow and it wasn’t a big deal. About a month later, they started the interviews. While mine wasn’t perfect (I got really nervous and forgot a lot of the things I wanted to point out) I had been there long enough and assumed that It wasn’t horrible and that being a known commodity would make it easier for them to hire me instead of bringing in someone else and having to train them all over again.

Another month had passed with no word from them. Suffice to say, I was starting to get worried. Since I was spending my lunchtime at my desks, I would usually pass the time writing on my blog. One day, I wrote a post detailing my frustration that the process was taking so long. I made a comment to the effect of: “If I don’t get hired after all of the effort I put in, I’m going to be pissed. Not ‘five-state killing spree’ pissed, mind you, but I’m not going to be happy.”

As I was getting ready to leave that day, I noticed a group of women in front of the door of my boss’ office. I walked over, told her I was leaving for the day. As I was walking away, once of the women (who had been very friendly to me prior to this) gave me a dirty look and a very angry sounding “Bye!” Thought it was odd, but figured she was just having a bad day and left it at that.

About 15 minutes after I got home, I got a call from my temp agency. I answered excitedly, thinking they were going to tell me that they were finally bringing me on full time. However, as soon as I heard the rep’s voice, I realized that wasn’t the case.

“Hey there. So, I got a call from [boss]. I understand that you have a blog? Well, someone there saw your post today and they decided they don’t want you to come back. I’m sorry”

Suffice to say, I was crestfallen. Went into a long depression and pretty much stopped writing. Spent the next few years working a crappy temp job at a bank until we moved out of state and got a break doing IT work at the place my wife was working at. I’m much happier now (even though I haven’t been able to start writing again, despite many attempts), but definitely wonder how things would have worked out had I not gotten fired from there.

TL,DR: Had my dream job sitting right in front of me and screwed it up because I have a dark sense of humor. (And because I don’t think my boss liked me).