Any Funny Stories of When you Horribly Screwed Up?

[Druidus]

Do you have any stories about times when you horribly screwed up?

I'm in one right now. I procrastinated doing my work (This is the homeschool part), and now I've got to finish the rest of the course in two weeks. I've got approximately half the course left, and two weeks to do it in! lol

I finished the other half in the past two weeks though, so it'll probably be ok... I hope...

It's quite funny though. I'm working my *** off trying to finish math and english homework, while at the same time, trying to finish half a years work in two weeks!

Any stories like this to share?

 

[huajiro]

I have the same situation with traffic school....I always do it online ("always"...you can tell I need help). Anyway, I left it until the last minute (I forgot about MLK Day)......now, I somehow have to take the test and get the certificate mailed before tomorrow.

 

[No*s]

Well, I have several .

One that is related to what you're describing happened to me in the university. As a standard feature of Dr. Ratcliffe's classes, we had to write a paper to complete the class. Now, I like to read...but I hate writing Turabian. I hate it, and I'm still looking for a LaTeX module to do it for me and handle biblical quotes (I can't find one that does both). Since I procrastinate myself, I waited till the last night to write it. That's no problem. It was only about 20 pages, and I'd done my preperation...the reading was fun . The real question lay in whether I would be awake enough to proof-read it correctly.

Well, a friend of mine was using my roommate's computer as well, and when I got up to go fix some tea, he asked if he could do something on my computer. I can't remember what. I do remember what happened. I kept all my notes and my work in one file...and he deleted that file. He was most apologetic, and we went and begged Dr. Ratcliffe for some leeway, and she granted it: on the stipulation that the paper be in after the weekend (it was Friday).

So, after that first all-nighter, I started recreating the paper, and I did manage to get it done by Monday, but I was so zoned out by the end that I poured my hot tea-water on myself while talking and took a few seconds to register I was getting burned. Thank God it wasn't boiling. Needless to say...the paper was crap.

 

[huajiro]

I always waited until the last minute to do my papers in college.

 

[michel]

Well, here goes,

I was about 21, living in a flat, living in a mess. Had a couple of friends who used to come around with guitars, we used to drink a lot of beer, sing ect..........

One week end, I left the flat to travel to see my parents. I left the flat in a real mess, dirty dishes, not clean, bed not made............

When I got back to the flat the door was ajar...(Had a bad lock anyway), went in......couldn't believe my eyes!!!! bed made, dishes washed whole flat clean (Thinks-I'm in the wrong flat?) Went to the front door, and there was a note. It said
"Hi Michel, we thought we'd help you out tidy your flat, we really enjoyed the party last week" - signed by one of the two single girls sharing the flat next door.
PANIC, EMBARASSMENT (not v good with girls). Knocked on their door, heart thumping........no answer. Rush of relief; I can leave them a note.
"Hey, thanks ever so much girls, most appreciated; you really didnt have to do that you know".
.....Run back into my flat, grab keys, go out to 'phone kiosk, 'phone one of ther two guys (The one who was my best friend) he's not at home says his Dad; I explain the story to his Dad and ask him to get my friend to come around to the flat(safety in numbers, etc...............)
Am waiting, Suddenly friend knoks on the door, lets himself in "Hey Michel, What's happened to your flat - it's tidy for once"
"Didn't you get the message from your Dad?"
"I haven't been home" he says.
I show him the note, and explain that I'd tried to go and thank the girls. He starts grinning.............
A knock at the door; the girls are outside with the note in their hands
"Whats all this about, Michel? You had a few too many last night??"
I look around, confused ; catch a glance out of the corner of my eye - my chum is rolling about laughing, hiding behind the door to my room, on the bed.
Some how I manage to bluster my way out of embarrasment with the girls
"OH sorry, silly mistake.........." Blushing a deep red.
Go back in the flat; friend still rolling on the bed, laughing his guts out.
It took a long time for me to forgive him. I don't think I ever spoke to the girls again; used to blush furiously whenever I saw them...................

 

[No*s]

Michel...that sounds like something I would do to somebody .

 

[Mr Spinkles]

Yes, I horribly screwed up a number of times...I screwed up on my first eucharist. I actually already started a thread about it, but instead of copying and pasting the story, I'll just post a link to the thread: http://www.religiousforums.com/forum/showthread.php?t=1297

 

[t3gah]

The setting is an International corporation with an internal website for all employee's to use. Actually, it was a forum.

Anyway...... one day I posted something that pointed fingers at a certain department for making assumptions about customers they shouldn't have. I even named the boss of the team that was assigned, etc.

So, I go home and come back when I'm scheduled to work. Meanwhile the person I pointed the finger at sends all kinds of emails to me, my work email address and has secretary leave verbal messages on my voicemail at work. Same fingered persons sends people to my desk with typed out messages to come to this persons office. This goes on for 3 days. Why? Because I work a 4x10. Four days a week, ten hours a day. I posted the message on the last day of my work week.

When I finally get to work, everyone is patting me on the back like I'm a hero. Apparently everyone thought it was this persons fault except no one had the guts to say anything about it because the fingered person was head of the entire floor of 1200 people.

So I get to my desk where all these memo's are. And a whole bunch of voicemails and emails threatening me with repremand type stuff and you're going to be fired type statements. My immediate supervisor even brings me into a room to tell me that "You cannot simply email someone, higher up than me and tell them that they aren't doing their job". I find out later that my boss was told by this person that I emailed her. When in fact it was on a forum. What I didn't realize is that everyone worldwide saw the post and called our division demanding explanations and stats on whether it was this persons fault, etc.

I even heard that she broke down crying and kicking the wall in her office that she wanted me dead before they calmed her down. Last thing I heard before I publically apologized was that she was in the fetal position on the floor in the corner of her office because the VP of the company had a 'talk' with her and it wasn't good.

After that incident, the forum was dismantled, deleted, etc. Our division ended up with a new boss. She went to another division making more money than before. They promoted her. I got a raise too and a new desk, except it was next to my new bosses desk. Actually he could look out and see me whenever he raised his face up from his computer screen.

I can't tell you what company this was do to NDA. Non-Disclosure Agreement. It hasn't been 7 years yet. Actually, it would have to be one day past the seventh year to say something about the actual company name.


one little mistake. :banghead3

 

[Jaymes]

I always waited until the last minute to do my papers in college.

Me too. I think I just need a little... "inspiration" (threat of failing the class) to motivate me.

 

[Scuba Pete]

It was 1973, and we had pulled a 289 out of a stang due to a malfunctioning oil pump.

We had gone done the job list and had not only assembled the engine, but was in the process of tightening the last hoses etc, when I noticed the NEW oil pump on the bench. It was just before lunch, so we pulled the engine and I popped the pan to install the new pump. Once back with our WhiteHouse burgers, I stopped and ate while they started the re-installation of the engine. Now there is room for two people on a job like this, so I busied myself on other engines and... I had plopped the old oil pump in a vat of carb cleaner. So I pulled it out reassembled it put it in the box and nonchalantly put the box BACK on the bench.

As anyone who has built an engine knows, the first few minutes after start-up are TENSE! There is no oil pressure until the pump primes. Yes, you could prime it before hand, but Fords do really well in this respect. However, I had disconnect the oil sender, so after fifteen minutes the other two were about to go ballisitic when they noticed the "box" While they were stressing over the fact that it looked like I had forgotten the oil pump a second time, I plugged in the sender.

As the look of disbelief fell across their faces, I only smiled and said "And you thought that Muffler Bearings were funny."

Then there was the time I forgot to use the hood when I worked in the Chemistry Department at the UofF and they had to evacuate the ENTIRE block. I left on a stretcher but the news of my death was highly exaggerated.