Here’s one I still lose sleep over.
My boss went on holiday and left the organisation of the annual results media briefing for our biggest client – a quoted insurance company – to me. I was proud.
My boss and I turned up early at the Great Eastern Hotel. The client’s board arrived early, too – all chauffeurs, Savile Row and Old Etonian ties.
At 11am it was just us. The same at 11.15. Same at 11.30. My boss took me aside.
"Who exactly did you get confirmations from?"
"But... Brian... I thought you invited them. I just organised the venue."
His face showed the emotions of a man unjustly sentenced to the gallows. Together, we went back to speak to our client.
Postscript: we didn’t lose the client – and I didn’t get fired. For some reason.