Back in the day when I was but a wee little programmer...
I worked for a company that made prepaid phone cards. A special edition high-dollar phone card was being created to be given out at a corporate black tie affair. The day of the party, I was given the task to activate the pin numbers. Luckily, for some reason I printed out a listing of the database table, which was something like 100-200 pins. Then somehow I deleted the table. This was only an hour or two before the party.
I spent the next several minutes in a feverish sweat manually recreating the table from the printout I had. Sure, I probably could have gone to the network guys and gotten them to restore it from backup, but then I would have had to admit to what I had done. To this day, I think I'm the only one who knows... other than ATOT.
Oh... and another time...
I was fresh out of high school, and somehow I landed a job as a dj at our local radio station. This station played a lot of sports. Often if there were two games running at the same time, and we wanted to air them both, we would broadcast one live, tape the other, then play it when the first one completed.
We recorded the games on those old-fashioned reel-to-reel tape recorders. The first time I was asked to do this, my boss went to great pains to make sure I understood that I could not allow the tape to get twisted when loading a reel. If I did, he assured me, the game would not get taped, and tons of advertising dollars would get flushed down the drain, lost forever.
So that night, when loading the tape, I made extra sure that the reel was loaded correctly. I checked it once. I checked it twice. A while later, I even checked it again. Then I started to record the game, and I went back to the booth to run the game that was being broadcast live.
The first game came to a close, so I went to the room with the tape player and unloaded the reel. I took it back to the booth and attempted to cue the start of the tape. The silence coming from the blank tape was thunderous. I screamed a little right before I lost my grip on sanity.
Then the phone rang.
I nervously picked it up, and tried not to sound panicked as I croaked out in a hoarse whisper "Hello?" It was the station's owner and general manager. My head exploded. I began wishing I had brought in an extra pair of boxers. He wanted to know when I was going to start the second game. This time, my head not only exploded, but also my hair spontaneously ignited. When I broke the bad news, he gave me some even worse news: "I'll be there in a few minutes."
Luckily, I got to keep my job.