This is really embarrassing, but I was sacked from the first job I ever held. It was when I was seventeen. For three months I had a job making sandwiches at a local fast food place. The work was miserable, but it was nice making some money instead of having to ask for hand-outs from my dad. But according to the manager, I just wasn't very good at it. My sandwiches always had either too much or too little filling, and customers complained all the time about it. When we were in a rush I would freeze up and my quality dropped even further. The manager called me into his office one afternoon and told me he couldn't see keeping me on anymore, and that I needed to hand over my apron. It was humiliating, but I didn't like that job anyway.