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In my working career, I’ve been ‘lucky’ enough to have over 30 jobs. I could say ‘Employment Positions’, but big words like this are usually reserved for resumes or CVs, if you like. I’ve ‘got the sack’ more times than I’ve left voluntarily, and since I retired in 2013, I’ve had a chance to work out why.

I am definitely not narcissistic – when I was younger, I suppose I was passably good-looking, but one doesn’t usually get a job because of one’s looks alone. You could say, ‘What about actors and models?’, and I’d simply remind you of a number of individuals who certainly don’t shine like a beacon in the good-look stakes, and yet they were – and are - much sought after as actresses and actors. They’re ‘good at their job’ – we believe the characters they portray. We’re all actors to a greater or lesser extent, whether we like it or not. We just have to be ‘good at our job’.

I need to digress for a moment. You might think 30 jobs in a 50-year career is a bit too many, but I reckon I always had a big problem. I’m ambitious. That’s good, you might say, but combine that with the ‘not suffering fools gladly’ character trait, and it’s a bit of a stumbling block. I reckon that if you don’t like somebody, unless you’re a pretty good actor (See? Acting does have a part to play!), somebody gets negative vibes from you.

Because I always wanted to be as good as my older ‘and cleverer’ brother, I pushed myself to get all sorts of qualifications. My father was a teacher after being in the Royal Air Force in ‘Communications’ in the War, and always had great faith in academic qualifications for himself and his children. Of course, if I’d been a bit more mature and not such a clown at school and beyond, I’d have got a BSc degree at 21 and gone on from there – but then, I wouldn’t have enjoyed my life nearly as much and almost definitely would not have met and married my beautiful wife.

When one door closes, another one opens! Image Credit: Shutterstock

So why did I get ‘the sack’ so often? Well, probably because I was in the wrong job, essentially. The first time it happened, I was pretty devastated. I was an electronics technician at a place called ‘Miles Electronics’ where we worked on the design of military aircraft simulators, and because of this, I had to sign the Official Secrets Act. I’d only been there a couple of weeks when I realised I'd forgotten my lunch. Not knowing any better, I cycled the 15-minute route to get it from home. When I got back to work, I was called into the Commander’s office and given my marching orders. I simply hadn’t realised I was not supposed to ‘leave the base’. I should have asked permission – that was all.

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[Luckyus]

Have you ever been fired? Is the headline? (I've the arse more times than a Greek Stoker?)

 

[Catherines]

So much and so true. Some of Dr Al’s comments ring true for so many.

 

[Gunpark]

I spent 8 years in the regular Army when National Service was in. I was a CMF Lieutenant(Prob) to start with and became a Captain later on when I ran into few problems with senior officers who did not think Army protocols applied to them. A certain Major reprimanded two Captains at the same time in his office. I walked out of his office and straight to the Brigadier and asked for redress of wrongs. The Major was moved the next week. As a Regiment Quartermaster I was responsible to have spot checks carried out on certain items every month. The spot checks never balanced with the books and the Commanding Officer had the power to write off so much every month and bring to charges excesses up to a certain amount. My Commanding Officer refused to do this as he believed the lost items were still in the unit and refused to sign. I explained the system to him and why to no avail. The yearly stocktake was so far out it was not funny. The results had to go to Army HQ in Canberra. The next thing a "suit" knocked on my door and introduced himself as Mr........ from Army Audit. Quartermasters like Army Audit as much as they like a dose of the flu. The Colonel was moved two weeks later. Rules and protocols are there to be used by everybody.