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So there I was, content with life, great job, cool friends, plenty of money and chicks just queing up....well maybe the last bit wasn't true but 'hey'.
Then it happened, the biggest mistake of my life. I used to work for the British Government, the job was easy, no stress and it paid well. Then one day I was really bored and I decided to mess round with a famous soccer players personal details, but not with the intention of of saving any of it. I completley forgot about this act and thus got on with life as normal. Then when I arrived in work one morning, I was pulled into the Managing Director's office and shown a few national newspapers. It turns out the details I had changed did actually save..The press had got hold of it and it was even front page news in one paper. I admitted I had done it but said it was a mistake and I must have pressed the wrong key. I was charged with gross mis-conduct and sacked on the spot. I have even had the local press after me and I have had to lay low for a while. Im not kidding. One guy even pretended to be a meter reader in order to worm his way into my house.
I have been out of work since and am finding it really hard to get any work whatsoever.

So... can anyone top that?

What is your biggest mistake???

This post has been edited by Dirk Diggler on 11th May 2005 14:01

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He drinks and smokes his cares away
His heart is in the lonely way
Living in the ruins
Of a castle built on sand...

Tell The King - The Libertines

I once told the woman I was going out with at the time "I could see myself with your sister." I don't care under what circumstances the topic came up, or how it relates to the conversation, or even if it is said in jest, this phrase should never escape your lips. I knew I had blundered the moment I said it.

It's funny now, but it wasn't then.

Hey Diggler..... if you are being honest about that situation, then man... it sucks to be you.

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What's wrong about that is, I bet if you would have changed the details of some random person, who isn't famous, nobody would have cared.

But look on the bright side man, it could be worse.

It does make you wonder though, what would have happened if you denied it was you who had made the changes to the information, to the managing director and what that would have resulted in. Pah, probably would have been the same, or worse.

I have been fortunate enough, so far in my life, not to make any big mistakes.

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'Let that be a lesson to all oppressive vegetable sellers.'

Anything that has involved me with a woman, I've made big mistakes of different kinds.

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This story isn't really my worst mistake, since I never really payed for it. It's just one of the worst things I've done on a socialogical level.

There was a girl who wanted me to go with her to the junior prom when I was in high school. I didn't want to go. This gets bad...

Alright, now it wasn't that I didn't want to go with her. Point in fact I found her very attractive. But at the time (and to this day) social gatherings of any kind were something to be avoided at all cost. The very idea of a prom scared the shit outta me. So...yeah...it wasn't going to happen. I found her, and took her aside and politely declined her offer. When she asked why...God's honest truth...this was the reason I gave her:

She has a reputation for being sexually promiscious and I did not want to be known as someone who associated with that kind of girl.

I barely understand the human race, let alone women. This was never more true than during high school. Even so, I have no idea what made me think that was a better reason to give her than the actual one. I cannot even fathom what I was thinking. The thing of it is she did have a reputation of being easy, but I didn't buy into. She was fairly flirty I suppose, but I never viewed her that way. I do think she's...unstable (which I'll get to later), but otherwise she's one of the few girls I could tolerate being around. I actually decided to pretend that I thought she was a slut so I could get out of a date with her. Again, this was one of the few girls I could tolerate being around.

So anyways, a couple of her girlfriends get wind of it and hunt me down. They told me to find her and apologize to her. Looking back, I don't think they knew the reason why I said no, cause I think they would have torn me apart. Either she didn't tell them or didn't understand what I said. Thank the gods... I found her, took her to the library and sat her across from me and explained the real reason why I didn't want to go to the prom. Here's where it gets weird.

When I find her, she is a tears. Bawling her eyes out. As I tell her the truth about what's going on, she stops crying and looks at me. Now as I was explaing the situation to her, it has slowly started to dawn on me the monumental fuck up I pulled. I expect a reaming the likes of which will be heard for miles when I'm done talking to her. My head's held down, and I'm waiting for holy retribution for this grave injustice. Instead, she smiles at me gets up and says, "Okay, I'll find someone else." Then hops off on her merry way, and I do mean merry. Like a flick of a switch, she was instantly all smiles and butterflies. At the time, I was glad to get outta that whole thing alive, but looking back, it's kind of unsettling.

This post has been edited by Narratorway on 12th May 2005 19:54

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Perhaps your lady friend was just a bit off in the head to switch moods that dramatically.

Anyway, my biggest mistake ever was signing on the dotted line and swearing to support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I would l bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I wouldl obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God.

Just kidding. I love serving, though it has a tendancy to get me down sometimes. I regret it somedays, then make comments on how I can't wait to re-enlist the next. If you thought drug addictions were a circus of ups and downs, you've never been in the Marines.

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Dirk dude, you need to tell me what player that was, PM if it's better for you.

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Basically in almost every situation... if I can lie my way out of it, I will find a way. Or if I can find a way to procrastinate, I will. I am a very lazy man, and almost every single project I've had in my school life I've done the night before. Considering I'm now in college, this trend has never failed me.

The same cannot be said for my previous place of employment. On the night of my bowling league, I couldn't get anyone to cover my shift, but I wasn't going to let that stop me. I cooked up a brilliant scheme that seemed foolproof at the time. It was quite simple.

The first thing was that I told my mother I had to head down to my college because I had just received an email saying that there was a problem processing my loan application. Once down there, I would call work and tell them I was stuck down at the college and wouldn't be able to make it into work, and there was no way my boss was going to make me come into work because they knew how important school was to me (lies lies lies...).

However, my plan hit a snag when my dad showed up early from work and agreed to drive me down to school. He said he would wait outside until I was ready to leave. Uh oh... there was nothing to do down at the school, it was closed over the Christmas holidays. So I told my dad "Well, I should probably go down to the bowling allies and bowl ahead of time so I would have a score in that night". He agreed, whew.

The problem was work. How was I going to get out. Solution, I never told my dad the reason why I had to go down to the school. So, my uncle was also in the same class as me so I called him up. I asked him a bunch of questions about the loans we were taking and hung up the phone. Told my mom and dad that there wasn't any problem with the loan, and the "email" that I got was a few days old. The loan wasn't going to go in until the next semester started.

In the midst of my lies, I had to take the bus down to work because now my dad had to drive the rest of the family to bowling. I get on the bus going in the opposite direction. Next thing I know I'm in a different city, calling work to tell them I'm still down at school and am going to be a little late. Work gets a little angry with me. So, I try and bluff and say I'm not going to be able to make it in at all. They get even angrier. They told me to come in as soon as I could. Yeah, that'll be alright...

Luck would have it, the bus had a return route back to my town. Hour later I'm on a bus to work, and half an hour later I turn up two and half hours late for work. I didn't get in trouble at work, and no one was the wiser...

That was the last time I tried to get out of work.

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Much like Racthoh, I'm a layabout and a procrastinator (no offense,) but one time takes the cake. I hadn't done my history assignment, and so I came up with the foolproof excuse that I'd left it on the school bus, now, History was last lesson, and about halfway through, the schoolbuses begin to arrive. At the start of the lesson, I whipped out my excuse, and it seemed satisfactory - until the buses arrived. 'Elliot,' called my teacher 'the buses all seem to be there. They know to hold on to any pieces of work they find (seems lots of people have the same idea as me) so you may as well go and ask around.' Now, I was in a pickle. Returning without work would expose me, and, this teacher probably would've gone down and asked if any work was found. What was I to do?

Well, it ended up with me trying to use my Ninja Skillz to slip back into class unnoticed. Needless to say, that didn't work, so I fell back upon 'ol' trusty,' that is, mutter alot and look apologetic. Punishment soon ensued.

To be honest, it's not a very monumental cock-up, but I was running about like a headless chicken.

In brighter news, I succeeded in getting my French teacher to believe the dog ate my homework a few weeks back.

This post has been edited by Mimic on 25th May 2005 21:27