One I was never given the chance to complete, though.
I was doing work for the government. Binding reports with some kind of torture machine. Heavy, noisy, dangerous, hard to handle. It was in a very high security setting, I needed a special designated ID card with bar code to enter the building. After about half an hour into my bone crushing task, my manager took me aside, apologized profusely, and informed me that I was relieved from my duties. I had no security clearance as my lovely agency had misplaced my criminal record check, thankyouverymuch.
Just for the kicks of it I yelled throughout the open plan office:"But I didn't do anything!!" - "I know, I know...", my manager nervously tried to calm me down, "it's just that our policy..."
To add a bit of drama I continued:"I am not a criminal, you know?!" She looked very unhappy and escorted me swiftly out the door.
Ah, what the hey. I hit the art gallery instead. Hated that gig anyway. Made my arms hurt.
Fun times!
Is that Jane Fonda?