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| I got a 240v belt from the optics on an analogue copier and shouted "Fuck" very loudly in a doctor's reception.
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Happened to me today, although not on a doctor's office.
Anyway, my biggest was when I was (loosely) supervising a (back then) newbie when he was rebuilding a fusing unit for a Konica 7222. I say loosely because while he did it, I was "busy" with something else not work related. So, at the end, he comes to me to show me the fusing unit to see if everything was in place - it wasn't. But I, taking only a slight glance, didn't notice anything, told him it's okay and go put it back on the machine.
he did and immediately the brand shining new fusing roller was completely peeled by the fixing claws that where incorrectly mounted.
After he went talking to my boss, he came back and told me that my boss wanted
me to go up there and do some explaining. So I went.
When I got to my boss's door, it was closed, and I could see through the window that he and another one of my colleagues were having an hot discussiong about something or other - the kind of discussion where two people try to scream louder than the other and there's lots of arm waving and the likes. And me, outside, thinking "Holy crap, I'm next!".
So the discussion ends, my colleague that was inside storms out and goes away and I go in, and sheepishly ask "I undestand you wanted to see me...".
My boss, still red from the previous argument, lifts his eyes from his papers and tells me "What? Nevermind, you can go!".
But (fool old) me asks "But don't you want to say anything to me?"
"No, no, you can go."
And I go away, feeling "Heck, that was lucky!"
