Intentionally or accidentally. Could be physical, interpersonal or conceptual/intangible.

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      Well fucking congrats on the recovery from that. I’m sure it was very difficult. Glad to hear you’re doing well now.

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    factory I worked at, I snapped a bearing rod on an injection machine.

    it was made of steel, about 16 inches in diameter, about 18ft long, and cost around $1.5 million to replace.

    complete accident, required a mandatory one week off (no pay) while they investigated if it was due to negligence or just routine wear and tear.

    it took them six months to get a new one and cost the company close to $100 million on lost revenue on top of the cost of the part.

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    Managed to topple a big oil drum of waste oil in my dad’s garage. I was 5 or so, and I was wearing a brand new winter outfit. It was light blue.

    My dad was doing something, and was talking to someone who had stopped by. And this being on a moderately large farm, I always found something to do. 99.9% of the time, this was not a problem, as there wasn’t much that could physically maim me other than stuff my parents obviously watched out for.

    However, I’ve never managed to reach any higher levels of cimedic timing in my life, and I doubt anyone else could either. The visitor asked my dad where I was at, knowing I was usually in the immediatevicinity. Upon hearing “around here somewhere”, they were concerned that I was kind of unsupervised. “There’s not a whole lot of bad stuff he can do” my dad said, just around the time when they heard the sound of something large falling over, combined with my excited cheer. I was a crafty little shit, and I somehow understood the concept of leverage.

    That was 38ish years ago. I still remember the smell. My brand new winter clothes weren’t blue after that.

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    Both involving One of these

    First time my manager was micromanaging me what buttons to press, so I did a malicious compliance and let him make me spill around 150kg of honey on the floor.

    Second time I tried teaching a new lad how to work it, and he insisted that I shut up and leave him to it because he knows how to do it because hes not thick and it was pretty insulting that I thought he was that thick. Just stood back and casually watched him spill 2 tons of beef and blood all over the floor.

    Neither one was properly my fault, but I deliberately did nothing to stop either one and laughed inside the whole way.

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        Only if you are malicious about it. We had a radio on a roof running at the same frequency as the local mobile provider. Usually there are firmware settings to prevent this but the firmware didn’t have the bands locked out.

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          I’ve had to try and find interference like this before. I climb towers and they’ve given us an antenna to wave around to see if we can point it out.

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    As a young child I got up early and decided that I would cut my own hair as a gift to my parents.

    The big problem was the small mirror in the kitchen was too high so I was jumping, snip, jump, snip, etc.

    When complete I went up to wake them to show them their “gift”.

    I still remember the look on my mother’s face. I couldn’t understand why she was horrified hahaha.

    Edit: I just remembered another little detail… She took me to the hairdresser’s as soon as possible and when the lady asked if I’d cut my own hair I was like “how did you know???” Lol

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    Mine is probably the same both physically and metaphorically!

    Almost cut my finger off with my dad’s table saw when I was four. Ran through the house screaming and spurting blood everywhere.

    I still remember my thought process: I was trying to see how close I could get my finger to the spinning blade without touching it. I don’t know what success was supposed to look like here.

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    I put my leg through the ceiling of a General’s office. He wasn’t the commander of the base mind you, he was the commander over several bases.

    Someone had asked my team to repair one of his lights, and his office was in a WWII era building that had had a facelift. So most everything you could see was newer looking, but that did not apply to the base structure of the building, which included the area above the ceiling. Took a bad step and CRASH, huge mess.

    Lucky on two points: He wasn’t in his office, and I was able to grab support so as to not fall all the way through.

    His secretary heard the commotion and yelled, “oh gosh, are you ok?” Bless her, she was concerned for me. Friends/coworkers laughing their asses off in the ceiling with me.

    “Not sure. I think I probably need CPR!” Couldn’t resist saying this. Friends still howling.

    “Oh jeez, I’ll call the Fire Department”.

    “No, not necessary. I’m fine now, thank you.”

    I never did see the General, and they didn’t want me in his office to clean the mess.

    So this was my biggest mess in a figurative sense due the circumstances. Which would have been orders of magnitude worse had the General been at his desk.

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    Once I spilled my trader Joe’s chicken Tikka masala all over my pants and while it wasn’t really a big mess in the long run it was still very disappointing in the moment

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    I was lab assistant at school. I had to make up a fruit fly medium for a class’ genetics experiments. I mixed it up in a 2 liter beaker and put it on heat. It was pyrex. It broke and the medium spread all over the floor. There were fruit flies buzzing around the classroom for the next month no matter how often they washed the floors.

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    I didn’t make it, but I let it happen to teach a stupid company a lesson.

    Worked as a Change Manager for a manufacturing company. They built stuff destined for landfills and you probably have one of their appliances in your home.

    To set the stage, my job prior to this was as a Problem Manager/ Major Incident Manager for a large insurance company. On major incident I worked was the when a Pure Storage technician came in to replace a failed drive. A bug in the Storage O/S allowed an active drive to be shown as deactivated and safe for replacement. This did not happen all the time, only during a certain set of circumstances. I don’t remember the details of that though.

    My fellow IT professionals know full well what that means. That array supported a Tier 1 app and the whole thing went down hard. Not just hard, but it corrupted the database that required a multi-hour restore to fix. I also ran the Problem record on that one and knew everything about the who, what, and why of that outage.

    Fast forward a year and I accepted the contract to be the Change Manager for this manufacturer. In comes a change request to replace a failed drive in a Pure Storage Array, except this time instead of paying for a service contract, this company cheaped out and did all the service in house. Which I didn’t know Pure Storage allowed you to do, this was 6 years ago, but this company somehow managed it. The storage guy was a bit of prick and hated the whole Change process. Which I get to be honest, but if you want to play in an enterprise environment you need to follow procedures. So he submitted his change with little to no detail and only one director on the CAB had any familiarity with storage systems. So I started asking technical questions, which generally is inappropriate of a Change Manager as that’s not the job. When I asked what the O/S version was, I got heavy push back that it wasn’t relevant. When I attempted to state WHY I was asking, I was told the change was approved and to move on. As replacing a failed drive in such a large array is generally regarded as low risk. My boss actually reprimanded me for taking so much time and extending CAB longer than it should have been.

    I asked her (my boss) who was on call for Major Incidents the time of the change and… It was HER. LOL

    So if you’ve guessed that the Storage team of this company were idiots and the O/S version their Pure Storage Array was running on still had the bug, you are a winner winner chicken dinner. They also had the fantastic luck to run into the circumstances as well.

    Cue another Major Incident that my boss had to manage. It took over a day to resolve and all the while several production lines were sitting silent. Hundreds of thousands of dollars of loss in production. If not millions.

    When someone with almost 30 years (at that time, I’m over 30 years now) tells you that something can happen, because they’ve seen it before… FUCKING LISTEN TO THEM.

    I didn’t have anything to do with the Problem Process at that company, but I did sit in on it and you’re damn straight if I didn’t deliver the biggest I fucking told you so in the history of that company. The company also bought a support contract from Pure, I made sure that was a task on the Problem Record.

    As to the biggest mess I made personally… I was 2 or 3 and had the bright idea of smothering myself in an entire jar of peanut butter. My oldest brother was baby sitting me at the time and our mother made him clean me up. Apparently the smell of peanut butter and water was so bad that my brother, even 53 years later, cannot stand peanut butter at all.