“I turned up to an extremely swanky London department store ready for an onsite-only management role. I had dressed in the smartest black dress I had, black tights and stiletto shoes. It became apparent quite quickly that there had been a breakdown in comms between the agency and the client; the latter expecting sand to have been laid across the womenswear floor as a form of runway. So fast forward 30 minutes and I am in the outdoor bit of B&Q, in the torrential rain, hauling eight 25kg bags of building sand into a trolley. In the aforementioned dress and stilettos. Once paid for, I called an Uber who on arrival said he couldn’t take the 200kg because it would dirty his car, but due to the fact I had loaded the car by the time he finished his protest, off we went. Back at the store, the sand was strewn and we were ready at 11:56am. Doors opened at 12:00.”

“Whilst working in a Spanish museum, my first job was to meet and help a supplier unload. The theme of the event was Thriller so he had been asked to bring some props in keeping with said theme. On unpacking said props it was immediately obvious that these were not appropriate. At all. As I explained to the supplier that he would need to get these offsite as soon as possible, more and more people came to me to tell me these were far too gruessome and highly inappropriate. The situation became more and more urgent, so in the interest of making this problem go away quicker, my colleagues and I all grabbed one or two bits each and hurried with the supplier back to his van. Unfortunately this was at the exact moment that a group of very small and impressionable school children came round the corner so what followed was a Carry-On style retreat down an alley to prevent any life-long mental scars.”