we've all fucked something up at the workplace. share some stories!
· I once printed on the wrong side of 2-part carbonless paper. 90 sets went straight into the recycling bin and I had to re-print them.
· A customer came in with numbered tickets imposed on a page and there were multiple pages in the document. I wasn't paying attention and accidentally printed only page 1 of 10 multiple times. They later came back to get them re-printed, free of charge.
· I once printed 300 adhesive labels without remembering to preflight the document before hand, causing transparent objects to appear translucent on the artwork. They all went straight into the recycling bin and I had to re-print them.
· This actually happened today. I was supplied two booklet documents with and without crop marks by our customer and I decided to print the latter because I thought it'd be faster and easier to trim. The registration was completely off as soon as I put it through the booklet maker, so now the only way to resolve the issue is to give the booklets a face trim—it's going to be at least 3/16ths of an inch smaller in width than the actual finished size. Hoping our customer doesn't come back and complain about redoing them once it's delivered, lol.
· I've broken juice and milk containers/cartons by dropping them on the floor countless times.
· It's proper grocery store procedure to scan damaged and expired items before tossing it down the garbage chute. I have admittedly thrown thousands of dollars worth of expired shit from my dairy cooler without scanning them.
We have a custom postage stamp indicia that we use for printing on envelopes and then mailing for customers. I accidentally used the Addressed Admail indicia instead of Lettermail on 500 envelopes that I printed (proof was also approved by our customer who didn't notice that). I should mention that the envelopes were stuffed and addressed by our customer, so if I wasn't lucky that it could be mailed as Addressed Admail instead of Lettermail, I royally fucked up hard on this one, rofl.
We would've had to re-order the envelopes, re-print them with the right indicia, open all of the already sealed envelopes to get the contents out, stuff them into the revised envelopes, and ask our customer for addressed labels because I fucked up so hard.
This actually happened today. I was supplied two booklet documents with and without crop marks by our customer and I decided to print the latter because I thought it'd be faster and easier to trim. The registration was completely off as soon as I put it through the booklet maker, so now the only way to resolve the issue is to give the booklets a face trim—it's going to be at least 3/16ths of an inch smaller in width than the actual finished size. Hoping our customer doesn't come back and complain about redoing them once it's delivered, lol.
as a follow up to this, the customer picked up the booklets while I was away on vacation two weeks ago but my boss gave me the down low.
> upon receiving the box, immediately opens it to pull out a sample > pulls out a ruler to measure the size and margins (FUCK ME) > also checks whether the paper was the right grain. my boss actually told me to run it on short grain paper because he didn't want to order long grain, which would've been the correct one. in case you have no idea what I'm talking about here, grain defines whether the paper folds smoothly on either short or long edge—if you fold short grain paper along the long edge, the fold won't be crisp and vice versa. > basically comments how the margins are off slightly but otherwise we was pleased with the final output (THANK GOD)
by a stroke of luck, I avoided another catastrophe. jesus fucking christ
This wasn't actually my fuckup, but a series of fuckups that made my day pretty shitty.
There was a setup for a screen, sound system, mics and lighting for a split room configuration at the Pearson Convention Centre for a 9:30 AM start. I got there at 6 AM only to discover the following:
- there were no cables on the order so I couldn't connect dick all - the cranks provided for the screen were the wrong size so I couldn't assemble it - the pole for the lighting wouldn't thread into the base - the lens for the projector was too long for the available space - there was no safe-lock on the order so I had nothing to put the projector on - only one mixer was provided when I really needed two
I ended up having to do three separate runs back and forth between the warehouse and in-house properties in the middle of rush hour to steal gear to get that shit running in time. That was such a colossal fuck up by sales and inventory.
Last Edit: Apr 16, 2015 19:22:19 GMT -5 by Hauskaz
> Gets usual purchase order for labels from one of our major accounts. > Proofs to customer and they approve it without issue. > Outsources label to our supplier because we do that for larger quantity orders. > Receive proofs of the artwork plates from our supplier. I skim through most of them like I usually do and approve all for production. > About a week later, labels are delivered to customer. > Customer calls back and says one of the labels they received is wrong even though they proofed and approved the correct version. > Realize that I accidentally approved the wrong artwork on one of the plates. FUCK MY LIFE > Have to get 1,000 labels re-printed at our cost because I fucked up hard. > Boss gives me shit. > Get the re-prints of the labels delivered to customer promptly. > I make arrangements to pickup incorrect version of labels. > Customer accidentally ends up returning the re-prints that were delivered to them. > Boss gives me shit again.
FUCK MY LIFE
Sometimes, I wonder why I haven't been fired yet. I'm a fucking IDIOT.
tl;dr version: THIS ENTIRE POST WAS BASICALLY ME BEING A WHINY LITTLE BITCH.