Three weeks. That’s the shortest amount of time I’ve ever been unemployed. The day I was let go from my most recent job, I was contacted by a temp agency within a few hours of getting home. I guess I could argue I was “unemployed” for even less time.
While I was working my previous job however, I knew from the first day on the job that something was amiss. A week or two in, and I was aware I should be looking for something else. And while I searched, that left me with one thing to look forward to every day I commuted to work.
And that was the cows.