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My first job was as a high school teacher in a CBSE school im­me­di­ately af­ter I com­pleted my MA in Eco­nomics.

I re­ported for work at 9am and the Prin­ci­pal asked me to sit at the back of a Grade 9 Class for a day and ob­serve how the teach­ers teach and then I could start teach­ing af­ter a cou­ple of days. I sat for two pe­ri­ods of 45 min­utes each, by which time I was pretty cer­tain that this pro­fes­sion was not suited for me. I went to the su­per­vi­sor and said that I would like to leave as I did not think that I en­joyed teach­ing. But they said that as per the school rules, the main gates would be only opened at the end of the school day which was 3.45pm, and so I sat in the staff room un­til the bell rang, only to leave and never go back.

The job that lasted 7 hours and 45 min­utes would have ended in 90 min­utes, given a choice. Un­for­tu­nately I re­al­ized I was too rest­less for this no­ble pro­fes­sion, which re­quired a lot of pa­tience. Sarita S I was a strug­gler when I came to Mumbai to hunt for a job in 2005. I used to check the clas­si­fieds in news­pa­pers and at­tend walk-in in­ter­views. One ad­ver­tise­ment raised an eye­brow. ‘INR 5,000 to 10,000 with food and trav­el­ling.’ I just got ready and reached the venue be­fore the in­ter­view time. There were a few more can­di­dates like me who were wait­ing for their luck with­out know­ing what kind of job will be. The in­ter­view started and I cracked it so eas­ily and got the of­fer let­ter the same day. I was in­tro­duced to my col­leagues and asked to join them.

The same day I was asked to get into the busi­ness of sell­ing books door to door. I was com­pletely drained and was not able to sell a sin­gle book. On day one, I got only my lunch and bus fare. I re­signed on the same day evening and de­cided to do char­tered ac­coun­tancy. That one-day strug­gle changed my life. To­day I am work­ing as se­nior in­ter­nal au­di­tor for one of the lead­ing com­pa­nies in Dubai.

The short­est time I ever held a job was five min­utes. Hold your horses there! Be­fore you jump to any con­clu­sions let me say it wasn’t MY FAULT. I work as a free­lancer and ap­par­ently my client was out­sourc­ing his work be­cause he didn’t know how to ac­tu­ally do the work. Some­how his boss got wind of it and fired him. He did write me a long hi­lar­i­ous email about how he was the vic­tim and how mean his boss was. In­fu­ri­at­ing at the time, but now I can laugh about it. Razia Ta­her The short­est time I’ve held a job is for two days at home – it was to wash the dishes and dry them. I lost my job be­cause in a span of two days I broke three plates and two cups. Need­less to say, I was never re­hired. Sarah Ronad I lost a babysit­ting job pretty quickly. Tak­ing care of three lit­tle boys, all un­der the age of five, was, on re­flec­tion, a big ask of a 16-year-old. The par­ents had one in­struc­tion: Don’t open the doors that lead from the liv­ing room to the gar­den. Got it. They leave, and I play with the adorable kids on this sunny sum­mer af­ter­noon. The phone rings, and I carry the youngest – a baby – into the kitchen to an­swer it. When I re­turn to the liv­ing room, not only is the door open, but the two boys are out­side. Play­ing with the gar­den hose, which is di­rectly pointed at the liv­ing room TV set. Some­times you need to make a mis­take to learn a les­son for­ever. Nadege Saab

For­mer White House Com­mu­ni­ca­tions Di­rec­tor An­thony Scara­mucci lost his job af­ter 10 days in the role

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