Failed Projects
You start off with the best of intentions, but through raging incompetence, ineptitude or the plain fact that you're working in IT, things go terribly wrong and there's hell to pay. Tell us about the epic failures that have brought big ideas to their knees. Or just blame someone else.
( , Thu 3 Dec 2009, 14:19)
You start off with the best of intentions, but through raging incompetence, ineptitude or the plain fact that you're working in IT, things go terribly wrong and there's hell to pay. Tell us about the epic failures that have brought big ideas to their knees. Or just blame someone else.
( , Thu 3 Dec 2009, 14:19)
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Criminal plot = FAIL
I might have told you this before --- BUT! When I lived in Canada, I had a bit of spare time on my hands and found I had a liking for blondes. We had quite a few on our housing estate and I soon hatched a plan to get me one.
I would roar up to the blonde of my choice on my bike, capture her, tie her up, and leave her with the other blondes I had in storage behind the bins in the underground car park.
This project even underwent a few dry runs (with brunettes so as not to raise suspicion) and I was soon ready to roll.
I positioned myself at the top of the slope, and as my victim emerged from her front door I swooped. And swooped. And swooped some more. And swooped right past her, unable to stop, until I landed face-first in a rather prickly bush.
Then I cried a bit, straightened the stabilisers on my bike and went home.
I was five years old at the time.
I'm not proud.
( , Fri 4 Dec 2009, 13:26, 1 reply)
I might have told you this before --- BUT! When I lived in Canada, I had a bit of spare time on my hands and found I had a liking for blondes. We had quite a few on our housing estate and I soon hatched a plan to get me one.
I would roar up to the blonde of my choice on my bike, capture her, tie her up, and leave her with the other blondes I had in storage behind the bins in the underground car park.
This project even underwent a few dry runs (with brunettes so as not to raise suspicion) and I was soon ready to roll.
I positioned myself at the top of the slope, and as my victim emerged from her front door I swooped. And swooped. And swooped some more. And swooped right past her, unable to stop, until I landed face-first in a rather prickly bush.
Then I cried a bit, straightened the stabilisers on my bike and went home.
I was five years old at the time.
I'm not proud.
( , Fri 4 Dec 2009, 13:26, 1 reply)
This project even underwent a few dry runs (with brunettes so as not to raise suspicion)
Ha! Superb!
( , Fri 4 Dec 2009, 13:48, closed)
Ha! Superb!
( , Fri 4 Dec 2009, 13:48, closed)
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