I showed up in a shirt and tie, maybe that is old fashioned. The man who would become my supervisor showed up in dirty shorts and a torn T-shirt. The job was described as "data entry" and involved creating eBay listings for the company's merchandise, but the warehouse I walked into was dirty, unorganized and chaotic. What should have been an office job turned out to be a warehouse job where you are on your feet all day. These should have been red flags for me to work somewhere else but I was desperate at the time and accepted the offer.