I got fired from a library for making too much noise and sitting around playing games all day.
I got banned from working at Reading Festival again for getting plastered on Vodka and orange while working (seriously, I thought that's what you're supposed to do at festivals) - they eventually gave in and let me back the next year though, luckily.
I almost got fired from my DVD rental store job for throwing a pen at the manager.
I got fired from TK Maxx for buggering off to France without telling them (seriously, I hated that job so very much).
There might be more, but I can't remember them right now.
Edit: Oh, how could I forget? I got fired from some internet fannying/phone answering job for going to a posh meal with my boss, his wife and some work colleagues and refusing to a) adopt an African child (sorry, mate, you're paying me a hundred quid a week for working for you full time - you're the one with the Mercedes, you adopt a fucking child), b) speaking to him 'disrespectfully' (i.e. refusing to go and fetch his drinks for him), and c) being a lot more attractive than his dog of his wife, who obviously didn't feel comfortable with her fat, dimple-throated husband working with such a sexpot.
I later suggested he consider taking her to see a vet, which in hindsight probably wasn't too clever.
I got banned from working at Reading Festival again for getting plastered on Vodka and orange while working (seriously, I thought that's what you're supposed to do at festivals) - they eventually gave in and let me back the next year though, luckily.
I almost got fired from my DVD rental store job for throwing a pen at the manager.
I got fired from TK Maxx for buggering off to France without telling them (seriously, I hated that job so very much).
There might be more, but I can't remember them right now.
Edit: Oh, how could I forget? I got fired from some internet fannying/phone answering job for going to a posh meal with my boss, his wife and some work colleagues and refusing to a) adopt an African child (sorry, mate, you're paying me a hundred quid a week for working for you full time - you're the one with the Mercedes, you adopt a fucking child), b) speaking to him 'disrespectfully' (i.e. refusing to go and fetch his drinks for him), and c) being a lot more attractive than his dog of his wife, who obviously didn't feel comfortable with her fat, dimple-throated husband working with such a sexpot.
I later suggested he consider taking her to see a vet, which in hindsight probably wasn't too clever.