I temped during college summers. This particular story takes place during one of those triple-digit-people-are-dying high heat index summers.
Boss was in his high 60's, maybe even early 70's, overweight, a rude boor, and, well, I'm pretty sure he was going nuts. He NEVER got my name right. 2 weeks before I started, the AC quit. He inisited on NOT getting it fixed. It was MAD hot in that office. There are other examples of his going nuts, but I'll keep this short...
Anyway, the worst thing (aside from not getting the air fixed) was that one day he came out of a long period of time in the washroom and said, "Jennifer, will you help me with my suspenders?" and turned around (my name is not Jennifer, or anything even remotely resembling it). His shirt was untucked a bit, sweaty (like, dripping sweaty, EW!), and the back clip of his suspenders had come undone. You know... the back clip that centers right above the buttcrack?! :shudder: He couldn't reach it to reclip it and wanted ME to do it!!! My quick-thinking self grabbed 4 pieces of tissue and reclipped it in record time--offcenter. He just lumbred away without even thanking me.
At that point, I called the temp agency to tell them about the AC problem, and that it was so hot in the office I was starting to feel sick. They came in, stood in front of a big industrial fan, and didn't think it was "that bad" and said I was "overexaggerating", and then berated me for wearing shorts, a tanktop and flipflops when the assignment called for business casual. I ended up giving them an earful, not showing up to that job or returning their calls, and finding another (better) agency to temp for.