The first time I got the crazy vibe from Crazy C was the first time I met her.
As a third-year college student desperate for money, I responded to a few job advertisements in my local newspaper. A couple of months later, I finally heard back from one. I had a voice message from Crazy C inviting me in for an interview.
I called her back and accepted an interview on a warm Saturday in spring. A Saturday. She was working on a Saturday because she had nothing better to do. That should have been my first clue.
I went in for the interview, waited in the lobby for a little bit before she came and took me to her office for an interview. She did most of the talking. She told me about the company and my job responsibilities and then briefly asked me about my school schedule. Then she kicked me out.
I didn’t think I got the job. I didn’t know Crazy C.
I got a call back and started my new job the next week.