Amateur Hour
So, I did about a week-long stint at a job for a new startup company. You talk about your amateur hour. I didn't know this until after I started, but they were growing and had leased out a second office in the building. They couldn't move in right away because the landlord was splitting a much larger office in two by throwing up a wall and the contractor hired to do that wasn't done yet. So, the "executives" at the startup just sat around doing nothing despite the move-in date getting ever closer. They didn't bother ordering desks for the new employees they were hiring, they hadn't established Internet service for this new suite, never mind order the networking equipment or even have someone come in and start wiring things up. I also found out they were running some expensive Cisco networking equipment, which they had just plugged into the wall outlet. No UPS or any sort of planning for if the power were to go out.
I took a look at the new suite and asked them where they were thinking about putting the network switch. They pointed to a closet that kind of gives new meaning to the tern closet. One rather thin person would have a hard time fitting in there and closing the door. There was no ventilation unless you opened the door, and you can just image a Cisco managed switch costing a couple grand being stuck in there, overheating, melting, and best case scenario it just fries itself. I decided that I had plenty of other things to concern myself with, so I could fight that particular battle at another time.
After about a week I had finally started to get some things somewhat organized and moving. I had a switch ordered, tracked down the specific wifi AP they insisted on because some person or other in the management decided they liked it, gotten a contractor to come out and start wiring the place, Internet service established... then they gave me the boot.
As an added bonus, while dealing with a technician AT&T sent out to set up service in the new suite -- technically the second tech, since AT&T splits everything into business units and the first tech both wasn't allowed to do certain things on top of being so new he wouldn't have known how even if he was -- we discovered that multiple people had broken into the utility room using a flathead screwdriver to just pry the door lock into the open position since apparently no one knew how to get the key. Then, once in the utility room, saw a brilliant bit of jerry-rigged electrical work where someone wrapped a bare copper wire around the metal spine casing of the fuse box to serve as a ground. Someone even wrote on the wall next to it "Nice ground". All in all, looking back, they probably did me a favor by firing me.