Thirty years ago today
I
went to a market research place at Yonge and Eglinton. The security was very
tight and so they didn't just buzz me in but rather had someone come down to
personally open the door. My escort needed to use a card to operate the
elevator. Once I was upstairs I had to go into somebody's office to answer the
same questioned that I'd been asked over the phone. When I mentioned that I'd
gone through the same inquiries twice beforehand I was told that I only should
have been asked once before.
I
sat down in the waiting area with a coffee and a cookie. I was given a nametag
but I put it on my arm instead of on my chest like everyone else.
I
asked one of the employees if the company was a front for Scientology.
I
was informed that they tend to invite more people than they use in case the
required number does not show up. They told me I was an extra and so I got $30
for nothing and went home.
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