Marty and I both interviewed for a job that would see us working in a call centre in the city selling the new Optus broadband / TV packages and trying to sell enough in one street to meet the requirement to install the “box” that needed to be installed in each street on the power poles.

Anyway, we both “got through” and were told to come back the next day for training. This was a couple of days before Christmas. Next day we went back for our ‘training’ where we spent several hours in a group training environment, role playing and listening in to the other staff making calls.

We did practice calls and more training with flip charts and a guy telling us all about the plans and the products and generally being all excited about actually having a job!

Anyway, the guy leading training dismissed us for Christmas and told us to come back the day after Boxing Day. Sounded good to us, so we left all happy and ready to have a good Christmas where we would excitedly tell our families and significant others that we had jobs…or so we thought…

What initially started as a good thing turned out oh so strange and wrong…

When we both rocked up at 8am on the day after Boxing Day, Marty and I were the first ones there. We rode the elevator up to whatever floor it was we had interviewed on and hopped off.

It was eerie. Start of Resident Evil 2 eerie. You know, where Milla Jovovich’s character Alice wakes up in a hospital and it’s deserted…

The parallel here was that the furniture, the signage, hell even the print-outs that were taped to the wall to show the “top earning staff of last month” were gone. Not moved, not stacked up in a corner…just gone.

Marty made a point of travelling to several other floors up and down while I sat down outside the lifts, convinced that the guy would come get us and tell us they’d moved offices. Eventually there were about four-or-five of us sitting there, waiting.

If I remember rightly, Marty and I sat there until about 11am. He was convinced we should stay as long as we could—we both really needed this job! I however, with my wicked temper having flared up into a wild conflagration by this point, cracked it totally and left. I went home and played Halo on the X-Box…

Marty wasn’t happy that I left without really knowing what happened but when he went in the next day (in case the guy came in then instead of the day before) he was a little meeker about the fact that they’d just abandoned us.

Seriously, why would you go to the trouble of paying people for “training” and then disappear, taking the entire floor of furniture and stuff with you? He had our phone numbers, why the hell didn’t he just call us? (Of course, the number we had was for the room we were sitting in that didn’t even have a phone plugged into the wall…)

Has this ever happened to you before? Perhaps not in the same manner, but has something crazy like this happened in your life that just left you thinking, “What the hell just happened??”