I definitely second this thought. (For starters, I was under the impression that the “guests” on Springer and the like were actually actors (in much the same way that pro wrestling is by actors and “staged” - and the choice of analogy was deliberate ))
As for my own experiences to contribute (since I’m chiming in anyways), I don’t have anything near as good as most of the stuff here, plus, I’m the type that even if a job is crap, I’ll stay it out until the term is over (why are crap jobs always term?) or I’m fired, so my “shortest” times are probably a relatively long month or two.
Some similar experiences to what has been posted: had a temp job at a warehouse once where my job consisted of nothing but taking newly made boxes off a pallette (remember, they’re in the “flattened out” stage at this point) and folding them into a useable box. Caught on pretty quickly (15 years later I can make a box in record time, but don’t want to as I fulfilled a couple lifetimes’ quota in that month-long job) but I didn’t like having to stand all the time (standing for any period of time (even for the national anthem sometimes!) makes me light-headed sometimes) - so one of the first boxes I made (a relatively large one) I purloined and made into a seat (and put a couple of smaller boxes inside a little later to support my weight) - supervisor kept getting mad about that as there was no sitting allowed (that was the part they seemed to have a problem with, interestingly, not that I was using one of their boxes that was supposed to be for something else) but I managed to successfully get away with it (forget how) with only needing to have my box replaced once.
The other similar experience was the obligatory telemarketing job. When I was told about it by the temp agency, I was told it would be inbound calls from customers. At training, it seemed clear it was the opposite (ie outbound cold calling) - now I hate when those @#*(#()s call me, so you can imagine how much I liked being one of those @#*(#()s. I lasted 54 weeks at that job, which was 53 weeks, 6 days, 23 hours and 55 minutes longer than I should have (should have walked out when I found out it was outbound but, I stayed because I needed the money). Last day there I nearly punched out a computer because of the aggrivating nature of the job. Was called into the supervisor’s office at that point and figured I’d use the opportunity to quit before they fired me (which was the suspected reason I was called in in the first place - ie the old “you can’t fire me, I quit!” ploy). Interestingly, this happened on a Tuesday, and on the following Friday of that week I met a lovely woman at a Hallowe’en party who also quit her job the Wednesday before. So, despite the fact that we both quit our jobs that week, we started dating and nine months later we were married. Next week we’ll be celebrating the tenth anniversary of that first meeting, but I won’t be celebrating anything to do with that telemarketing job.