Tech Mishaps

Em­bar­rass­ing Fails in the Dig­i­tal Age

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I Phubbed My Part­ner at the Worst Pos­si­ble Mo­ment

My part­ner had been out of town for work and I'd been miss­ing him like crazy all week. When he got back, I threw my­self into his arms the minute he walked through the door. Things pro­gressed quickly. And then, right in the mid­dle of our re­union, I felt my wrist buzz. With­out even think­ing about it, I looked at my Ap­ple Watch to see the mes­sage. He was like, “Se­ri­ously!?” We had a good laugh about it af­ter, but I still didn't say a word when I no­ticed him send a tweet while we were out for din­ner that night. -Hooked on Tech, I Mean You

I Got Flagged for In­ap­pro­pri­ate Con­tent at Work I was work­ing for a For­tune 500 com­pany and some­one from high school sent me a magazine cover shot of one of our class­mates ly­ing naked on a bed of roses. To open it, I had to save it to my desk­top. I got a chuckle out of it and promptly for­got all about it. Months later, our tech team up­graded all our com­put­ers. When I got back to my desk, there was a high­lighted copy of the ac­cept­able use pol­icy on my chair. The sec­tion high­lighted was about in­ap­pro­pri­ate con­tent and there was a hand­writ­ten com­ment say­ing that they had to delete an in­ap­pro­pri­ate file from my com­puter. At first, I was so con­fused about what they could pos­si­bly mean, and then with hor­ror I re­mem­bered the magazine cover. It was pretty hard to look the head of IT in the eye for like a month. -Joke’s on Me

I Botched My Uber Ap­pli­ca­tion

A cou­ple of years ago I de­cided to ap­ply for a job at Uber to pick up some ex­tra cash. When I was fill­ing out the ap­pli­ca­tion, I had to scroll through a year's worth of pic­tures on my phone to find my ID pic­ture. I was scrolling so long I for­got what I was ac­tu­ally look­ing for, so nat­u­rally when I came across a ran­dom pic on my phone of two young chil­dren point­ing guns at the cam­era, I thought it was hi­lar­i­ous and tapped on it. It im­me­di­ately started up­load­ing to the Uber site. There was noth­ing I could do, it was on its way to the re­cruiter. I never heard from the re­cruiter again af­ter that. -Where’s Uber’s Sense of Hu­mor?

I Emailed Work About My Va­ca­tion… A Mil­lion Times

In an­tic­i­pa­tion of an up­com­ing trip, I de­cided to set up an outof-of­fice re­ply. I still don't know what I did, but ev­ery sin­gle email al­ready in my in­box re­ceived the va­ca­tion mes­sage. Even emails from four years ago that I'd never deleted! And be­cause I'm au­to­mat­i­cally CC'd on some emails to our more gen­eral in­boxes, like sales and cus­tomer sup­port, those ones turned into an in­fi­nite auto-re­ply loop that filled up the email in­box of ev­ery­one who re­ceives those emails, in­clud­ing our CEO! I only found out about it be­cause he mes­saged me on Slack to say my va­ca­tion re­ply was “very ag­gres­sive.” - Did You Hear? I’m on Va­ca­tion

Caught Stalk­ing my Boyfriend On­line

I don't have a Twit­ter ac­count, but I still en­joy scrolling through my boyfriend's Twit­ter page once in a while, since it's the only so­cial me­dia plat­form he uses reg­u­larly. (He knows I do this.) I usu­ally google his name fol­lowed by the word Twit­ter, but one day I for­got and straight-up googled him, some­thing I haven't done since be­fore agree­ing to meet him for our first date. I con­fess that I read a cou­ple of his old blog posts and pro­fes­sional pro­files. One of the top re­sults was his CV. I couldn't re­sist snoop­ing and clicked on the link. Well, it turns out the page host­ing his CV sends an alert with the lo­ca­tion of the searcher any time some­one looks at his in­for­ma­tion. We live in dif­fer­ent towns and I'm the only one he knows in my lo­ca­tion. For­tu­nately, he thought it was hi­lar­i­ous. -Just Ca­su­ally Scru­ti­niz­ing Your Ré­sumé

My Sneaky Teen Is a Fu­ture CIA Agent

When I had my iPhone 5s, I didn't bother set­ting up the fin­ger­print recog­ni­tion and stuck to us­ing a pass­code. When my daugh­ter asked to use the cam­era on my new iPhone X, she said she needed the code to un­lock it. I told her it was the same as on my last phone. “Well I don't know what that is,” she said. “Yes you do, I saw you us­ing my phone sev­eral times!” I replied with a laugh. “Oh, well I pro­grammed my fin­ger­print into the phone af­ter you set your phone down once so I could un­lock and use it when­ever I wanted.” !!!!!! I couldn't even get an­gry; I was so amazed at her in­ge­nu­ity. -Too Im­pressed to Be Mad

Au­to­cor­rect Planned a Naked Cof­fee Date for Me

A cou­ple of years ago, I was work­ing in a tem­po­rary of­fice while our new space was be­ing ren­o­vated. The lady who sat across from me in the temp spot brought in her cof­fee maker to keep on the desk so we could have all-day ac­cess to cof­fee. When the new space was ready and we all started mov­ing our stuff, I saw that her cof­fee maker was still in her empty cu­bi­cle. I texted her of­fer­ing to bring it to the new area. What I tried to type was, “Do you want your cof­fee maker down­stairs?” What au­to­cor­rect fixed and sent for me was, “Do you want cof­fee naked down­stairs?” -Don’t Re­port Me to HR

Il­lus­tra­tion by Tam­lin Day, conartistry­de­signs.com

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