When I was fresh out of college, I had landed an amazing, international internship in France. I should have noticed the red flags that my boss was going to be a nightmare they lost my paperwork for getting my visa, but I was too excited and left anyways.
When I got there, I wasn’t doing design work. I was managing their Facebook page. About a month in, I noticed he would forget things like that I had meetings with the French government about my visa, or what he initially wanted posted, and blame me for his bad memory. Once he even threw pens and books 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 “sh**ty girl” I was.
Needless to say, I learned my lesson about following my instincts. It hasn’t failed me since!