Working at a tire shop when I was trying to get out of broadcast television engineering/ operations.
I hated it my first weekend. Luckily they only hired me part-time so I juggled the schedule between it and TV as it was NOT what I wanted to do, even though it was. Don't turn your hobbies into a career!
They'd tack on 0.2 hours for a "brake inspection" for any job I did, because they liked me, I guess. They paid a hybrid minimum wage plus flat rate system that was fair for what it was.
The district manager measured a store's metrics by gross revenue, so they kept slamming through the $16.95 bulk oil changes, hoping that whatever they lost on each one, they'd make up for on volume.
We did an 84 point checklist, obviously for upselling, but the customers who wanted the cheapo oil change either had perfect cars or absolute heaps, about which they would ignore our suggestions.
Training was just following someone around who'd been there a while. She'd gun lug nuts on, lower a car to the ground, then click the nuts with a torque wrench (that didn't rotate) and declare they were done right. I had to figure out oil reset procedures for 20 different models on-the-fly. A wall poster would have been useful. We had a wall poster for lug torque, at least.
I was trying to figure out how to get out of there. My POS dodge dakota needed a state inspection in April, so I thought I'd stick around until then so I could get a fresh sticker on it under friendly circumstances. Then I broke my ankle on Super Bowl Sunday and called it quits. Tally it up and I spent about 100 hours of my life working there. How'd I break it? We had another POS Dodge Dakota (not mine, LOL) and its lug nuts were swollen under the chrome. I hurried between two lift posts, about a 10-inch gap, to get to my toolbox to punch said stuck nut out of its socket. My foot lodged itself behind the rest of me, and, pop! Workman's comp!