Damn, it was real

I drove up to the place yesterday a little before 11am, because I'm anal about punctuality. So I walked around trying to find the door, when I found one, it was locked. Great. So I walked around to the other side. Also locked. At this point, I was so sure that I was getting an April Fools' Day joke played on me. I left a message for the temp agency saying that I couldn't get in the building, and that I would stick around for a few more minutes. Finally, I got a stroke of genius and called 411 to get the phone number of the place to see if anyone was there. Imagine my disappointment when someone actually answered. He kinda bitched at me for being late, but I told him that I couldn't get into the building, so he came downstairs and got me.

Long story short, it was the most boring day ever. The guy is like 70 years old, and completely hunched over. Seriously, when he stands in front of you and faces away, it looks like he doesn't have a head. He needs an uber-magnifying glass to read anything, which makes me wonder how he's able to drive. He gave me a few things to type up, all of which I could've done in the span of about 45 minutes, but I was there for 3 1/2 hours. When I first got there, he said he needed to eat breakfast, so he left me alone in the office for 45 minutes. WTF?! Then, he fell asleep at his desk!

He finally let me go at about 3pm, because he needed to go up to Los Angeles to do a property appraisal. Now get this: he wants me to go back today! What the hell, it's a Sunday?! I don't want to freaking work on a Sunday, been there, done that! But I'm a dork, and I'm going back at 3pm. I hope he doesn't keep me there all night.

ETA: The guy called me today, and now wants me to be there at 4pm because of the time change! I'd better not be there more than an hour or two, this is crap!

WTF

It's 7pm, and I'm still here. And it looks like I'm still going to be here, because I see him working on something. SHIT!

ETA: It is now 8:37, and the guy has freaking gone downstairs to check if the door is open, because it's getting too stuffy in here! Get your ass back in here and write your stupid crap so that I can go home! I should almost make a run for it right now. I'm thisclose to crying, I'm so pissed off right now.

Oh. My. God.

I am officially in the 7th circle of hell. The guy finally came back, and I thought I had an out when he asked if I could come back tomorrow morning. I have a doctor's appointment at 9:15, so I told him I couldn't come in until about 11 or 12. Apparently, that doesn't work for him, so then he said "okay, then we'd better finish up tonight." And now he's out in the hallway, eating a freaking apple! I swear to God, I'm going to have an aneurysm right now.

I'm sorry I keep complaining about this. I'm sure you're all sick of hearing about it by now, and I feel powerless to do anything about my situation. He doesn't have a secretary, and he doesn't know how to use a computer, so he has no one to help him. I'd feel bad abandoning him.