Jobs #1- How Many Fingers?

The shortest duration I ever held a job was one week. My father in-law got me a night shift position at BMC West building wooden trusses. I hadn't been there long when it became evident that everyone was missing at least one finger. It was obvious to me that losing any of my digits wasn't worth five bucks an hour, so after losing quite a bit of sleep over it, I quit at the end of the week. My decisively German father in-law was offended, and never spoke to me again, but at least I have ALL of my fingers and can still flip him off whenever I feel like it.