When I was fresh out of college, I landed an amazing international internship in France. I should have noticed the red flags that my boss was going to be a nightmare when he lost my paperwork for getting my visa, but I was too excited and left anyway.
When I got there, I wasn’t doing design work like I’d been told; I was managing their Facebook page. About a month in, I noticed that my boss would forget things — like when I had meetings with the French government about my visa or what he’d initially wanted posted — and blame me for his bad memory.
Once, he even threw pens and books all over the office, saying he was going to “call the government and give them a piece of his mind”.
I began to think that maybe this was going to be harder than I thought. It was only August, and I wasn’t sure I could make it to Christmas.
The final strike was after he tried to get me and another intern to sleep with him. He started massaging my shoulders at work, claiming I “looked tense.” I knew he was kind of a creep, but this was too much.
I called my school and family and tried to figure out the best way to leave — since he had a history of having a temper. I told my boss that my dad was sick and left two days later, but not before he called me and my school to try and tell them what a “s***ty girl” I was.
Needless to say, I learned my lesson about following my instincts. It hasn’t failed me since!