No... this probably won't "one-up" on Pierre's nor many of the other posted screw-ups... (What ARE you guys? Morons?... Don't flip out yet...)
When I was a young buck, learning the IN's-n-OUT's of being an Electrician, I had some time on my hands and so decided to go through some of "those" gutters... you know... the ones that require a Port-a-Power to close. I certainly believe in leaving enough wire to work with, what with modifications and various troubleshooting issues... but com'on... a Port-a-Power?
So... It's Saturday, this part of the plant was shutdown. I was going through those gutters... I had my "clamp-on" in-hand. So, I looked for the wires that weren't being used - that is, no current. I pulled the wires together and held them at the point where there would be no excess lead at all and then add a couple feet to each lead. I trimmed them back and tucked them in... uuummm, much better.
Then I moved on to trimming back the Neutrals. Hey! I doan need no stinkin clamp-on! Not with Neutrals! Neutrals ain't HOT no-how!
The first few neutrals that I worked on trimmed back nicely. Then...
Then, my luck ran out. My pair of strippers ended up 20-feet across the room. I had no idea where they went because I was too busy convulsing at the top of the step-ladder. I was "talking" to my long-dead Uncle John. He says... well, he gave me some good Stock Tips, which I ain't willing to share... at least, not yet.
On a personal level, that was the worst... that is, it could have affected me... in like, it really, really, personally, and physically could have affected me - like maybe dead or something like that.
I survived (being able to post at all proves it... doesn't it?... maybe not - I could be with my Uncle John with one hell of an ISP!) and then moved along merrily to all of the other potential disasters that living in this world affords.
Then there was this time that I programmed a Clutch and Brake to close... at the same time... together... know what I mean? Certainly I didn't mean to... but...
That little "ooops" shut down the Plant Production Line for over two hours. Fortunately... the Head Mechanic had MANY (did I only say MANY?... that should say, MANY, MANY, MANY) more "ooops' " than I did and he knew it. "Oh well, $hit happens", he says... with a big grin... as in, "Welcome to the Club, A$$hole!"
Then there was this really..... naaaahhhh... I ain't gonna bore you with any more of my human failings than I already have.
Bad Days? They're like Bananas... they come in bunches.