I made myself sick in the big OC mall, doing upper crusty yuppie foody and furniture stores. I worked in extreme pain, walking through that entire mall, both buildings, plus some others in a different OC shopping area. I was just trying to make the drive to The OC profitable. I was just starting out in mystery shopping, and between knee surgeries, so the pain was mostly unbearable. I collapsed into my old white Fusion and couldn't even push in the clutch to drive home to Riverside County. After resting a while, I managed to get the car onto the freeway, it was late, so there wasn't a ton of traffic on the 22 or the 91, and in the late evening Alessandro Blvd is more like a freeway than a street. I stayed up all night doing the paperwork, drinking water, getting sick, and in soooo much pain. All I had were some opiates that the doctor prescribed that made me have weird dreams, and thought I might not make it through the reports if I took one.
Anyway, I apparently did ALL of the shops incorrectly, and they wanted me to go back and do all of them over. And I said some unkind things, and they deactivated me. The only thing I really missed about working for them were the pizza and breadstick shops after that.