I interned at a financial firm my first year in college. At that job, I wore many hats: programmer, help desk, network admin. One day I had to hook up a printer for the secretary of the SVP of Investments. This SVP worked 15 blocks away and wanted the printer hooked up in a back room, 50 feet away from the secretary's desk. This was nearly 20 years ago, so wireless wasn't an option. To keep everything tidy and out-of-sight, I had to run serial cables into the ceiling, down the wall in the back room. Wires had to be spliced together. A faceplate had to put over the hole I punched into the wall. You get the idea. I finished the work and went back to my office.
At 5pm that evening, as I'm getting ready to leave for the day, I got an urgent phonecall from the secretary: "The SVP just asked me to stay late, because she needs 20 copies of a 20-page report printed for a Board meeting tomorrow morning, but the printer you installed won't work. She wants to see you right away."
I had to take the subway 15 blocks to SVP's office. Inside, the secretary was getting ready to leave, saying, "Since the printer won't work, I guess there's no point in me staying late." With that, she left.
Now for the worst part: the SVP walks up to me, gets right in my face and starts hurling profanities at me at the top of her lungs: "Why you little 5#1t#3@d! Why the 9^ck did you leave us without a working printer? You g0dd@mm3d 9^ck1ng @55#073..."
I was embarrassed and humiliated beyond belief, even though mostly everyone had gone home for the day by that time. But I kept my cool, and calmly asked her to pull up the document she was having trouble printing. I clicked the print key (Shift-F7), the print menu came up, and I hit "1" to print "Full Document." I heard pages printing in the back room. Walked in, and there it was.
No problem after all. At that point, the SVP must have realized what I had guessed as soon as I got there: This whole "printer problem" was just a ruse so the secretary wouldn't have to stay late, and wait for 400 pages to print.
(What did I learn from all this? The eternal truth: "Hebel Hebelim..." Translation: "Absurdity of absurdities... Everything is absurd. What profit does man have in all his work for which he toils under the sun? (Qoheleth 1:2-3)" All is absurdity, vanity, meaningless--hebel.)