Yes, I threw a paper for two different printers, and I got canned from both jobs. The first was clearly my fault. I just couldn't wake up consistently before 6am. But I fault a dog for my next firing. The mangy beast kept stealing a paper from a customer that repetitively ratted me out.

Fortunately, I got something out of it. Maybe not money, 'cause those jobs pay ****. But my parents bought me a moped for the first gig, and for the second, I confiscated my sister's Free Spirit 10-speed, which happened to be a pretty nice road bike. I guess it planted a seed that I would rediscover and grow decades later.