So what about a thread confessing to major f**k ups at work and how you extricated yourself from them? We must all have skeletons in our cupboards along these lines. Heres a quick one for starters: When I was a Police officer, I lost the sole piece of physical evidence in a criminal case. Court looming and can I find the bloody thing? (The evidence store is for poofs!) I had a particular hatred for the defendant, (totally evil, dangerous scumbag) so I go and buy the same item down town at lunch time, in the evidence bag it goes, write up the labels and the job's a goodun! Dickhead got 6 months, although he was guilty as sin, so I was not fitting him up or anything. He is now doing a lengthy stretch for manslaughter, having gone on to kill two men in the one night, cnut. A victory for justice! Get owning up ARRSERS!