I can remember my huge fuckups on a few fingers of one hand. I'm not implying there are few of them, more like they each have a dedicated finger, and I remembe

I can remember my huge fuckups on a few fingers of one hand. I'm not implying there are few of them, more like they each have a dedicated finger, and I remember them and the cold sweat feel of each specific one. The first one was decades ago. There was a server room. They had a hardcopy printer in there, and behind it was a big red mushroom button that shut down the whole room. It was about head level if you were looking behind the printer...