Like two and half days.  Started on a Monday, loaded my stuff up and left shortly after lunch on Wednesday.

In a past life, I was a tech at a Lincoln-Mercury and Isuzu dealer.  Stayed there for almost ten years before management and I had a mutual falling out, I was young and dumb and thought I knew everything and they got tired of my bullshit, so we both thought it was best we part ways.

I went across town to the local Kia dealer.  The first half of day one seemed like a pretty good gig, lots of work, made good hours, nothing crazy.  Went to lunch and came back, and they handed me a 60K mile service with a bunch of BG services.  Cool, I know how to run the machines, I hook everything up and get to work.  I'm popping open cans of this crap and dumping it in the car, I go to pour the transmission cleaner stuff in and one of the master techs that had been there forever was walking by and was like "Whoa, stop, don't pour that shit in there!"  I asked why, he said that if the transmission blows up, Kia checks the old transmission out and finds out the fluid had an additive in it, they won't warranty it.  Um, okay, so I'm like what do you want me to do with it, he says "Dump in the waste oil, throw it in the trash, take it home with you, whatever.  Just don't put it in the transmission."  And he walks off.

People can argue the validity and effectiveness of BG products, I always thought most of them were hokey snake oil bullshit, but the customer paid for that hokey snake oil bullshit, they should get it.  I went ahead and added it to the trans, fuck it, along with all the other stuff the customer paid for.

Day two, I get a car for an oil/filter change and a few random warranty lines, I forget what all was wrong with it.  This dealer had one of those "Tires for life" programs, where when people buy a new car from them, just as the thing says, the tires wear out and they change 'em for free.  Now, they install some of the shittiest, no-name, made-in-North-Korea tires ever, seriously cheap garbage, but they're round, have tread on 'em and hold air, so I guess they're better than nothing.

Anyways, I'm finishing up the oil change and stuff, saw the tires on this car were shot, worn to the wear bars, had some steel belts showing on the edges, the car needed tires and an alignment.  I go to the service advisor and let him know, so they can tell the customer that it's gonna take a little bit longer on their service, they were waiting in the lounge.  I assumed I was gonna go to parts, draw some tires and change them out.  The service advisor tells me that they only do the tires for life thing if the customer requests it, otherwise, don't say anything.

I told the advisor, "dude, the tires are fucked, the car ain't really safe to drive."  There was a child seat strapped in the back seat, guy hauls his kid around in this thing, I ain't having that on my conscience if he has a blow out or something and flies off the road.

"Just note it on the inspection sheet, pull it around and let them go, we'll do it next time."

So I backed it out to the pick up area and found the customer in the lounge, walked them out to their car and pointed out that they really needed tires.  Super cool guy that owned the car, busy with the kids and all, doesn't really keep track of these kinds of things, really appreciative that I showed him what was going on.  I got some really ugly looks from the service advisor as I'm explaining this, the customer walked over to him and said he'd leave the car to get some tires put on it, he'll call his wife to come get him and pick it up later.

I figured after that I was probably a marked man there (techs pissing off their service advisors or dispatchers at a dealership is generally a death sentence), and that ain't the kind of people I want to work with/for.  Between jobs for the rest of the day, I started taking some of the smaller parts of my kit and throwing it in the bed of my pickup to take home.  By the time I left on the afternoon of day two, all I had left was my service cart and my toolbox at the dealership, everything else laid pretty flat and unnoticed in my truck so no one other than the dude who worked across from me really knew I was about to bail.  Day three, I worked the first half of the day, went home for lunch so I could get my trailer hooked up, came back and loaded the rest of my stuff while most everyone was still away for lunch.  They came back to an empty bay and no real word from me, the service manager texted me asking what's up, I texted him back and told him I don't really think that place is for me, and never heard from him again.