At least I was being paid for this...
So there I am. I'm a computer engineer, so a job not normally noted for dishing out lumps of horribleness. Until one day. I get sent on a project to implement home working. Not a problem, bit of Citrix, how hard can it be?

I get the basics done, it's a stroll in the park. People are great, hotel's OK, me, I'm sorted.

Then I put the application on. It's some kind of photo viewer. Hey, still all good. However, I then need to view about 100 images, just to check that it's working, and categorise them, as that's what this application does.

I come back from an excellent lunch, and settle myself in my chair. My equivalent of Spider Sense hands me a small message at this point. I distinctly remember thinking "How bad can this be?"

The answer is, as you might expect, "Bad. Really bad."

The images are from a medical charity's Tropical Medicine research department. I've survived the worst that the Internet could throw at me. But this...

Image 1 is "Elephantisis of the scrotum.". Someone's nutsack hanging around his knees. Nine images in, we hit "autoamputation of breast". And my lunch hits the porcelain. Somehow I kept it together long enough to make it to the disabled toilet.

For those not of a medical bent, I think "autoamputation" means something like "it fell off all by itself". For those who know, I'm sorry if I've got this wrong.

Got my revenge, tho' - I goatse'd the guy who gave me this assignment.

And I had 91 more images to do. It took the best part of two days. Luckily, it seems that my vom reflex had almost completely broken in the accident, and now I can look at almost anything quite calmly.
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Sat 23 Jun 2007, 16:17, Reply)