At the time of this story, I worked at a small IT service shop that supported a variety of customers. There were only a few techs and business was good, so we stayed fairly busy.
Our boss had never worked IT before but had decided to turn his hobby of building PC clones on his dining room table into a small business. His focus was always on cost cutting. He assigned jobs based on our primary skill sets, but didn't see any need for documentation, best practices, or ongoing training. We implemented such measures in the shop when and where we could, by mutual agreement among the technicians.
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The boss's attitude changed all at once, during one of my vacations.
Our company had been asked to handle an emergency installation of software on a network server over a weekend, late at night. This was one of our contract service clients -- essentially someone who kept us on retainer for such things -- so we were obligated to say yes. The problem was that I was the only one familiar with the customer's network and wasn't available. To cover all bases, the boss scheduled all the other techs to take care of it.
The clients were computer illiterate for the most part and had tried to install some third-party software on their Novell server by themselves. However, the software wouldn't run properly after being installed (most likely a permission issue), and the client called our shop to ask for help.
Our guys arrived on-site, checked in with the suits who had tried to do the initial install, set up at a terminal, and got started. Six hours later, they had tried without success to install and get the software working and had tried calling me several times, but my chosen vacation spot had no cell service (which is true even to this day).
They kept at it, installing the offending software only to watch it mysteriously uninstall itself while they were still copying files to the server. Some time after the 12-hour mark, they went to see if the client's company executives were still in the office and to let them know they were still having problems. They found the suits sitting at a terminal, cursing.