Well,
Since this thread has taken off a little, I feel that I can relate another moment that was quite embarrassing to me.
At most of the assemblies I recall, we strung our own speaker wire, and ran our own microphone system. There was one exception, where the city had to have their own union workers there, but they pretty much let us run the show our way.
Anyway, we had one room set aside for storage of the boxes and extra sound equipment. (I often wondered who stored all this junk the other 10 to 11 months outta the year.)
We put a speaker into this storage room, and it was on a 'list' of places that I walked around to checking the sound levels during the sessions... hey, it was about the only way I could stay awake (no, not that magazine...).
Well, I would wander - all official-like from one pole-mounted speaker to another - making minute adjustments, where necessary. (The levels are usually ok - but it looks cool to be 'in charge' of something.)
I then got to this storage room - and decided to check the level in this room. I wandered in, but someone had 'loaned' out its use to the sisters fer a 'baby room' - which included nursing mothers. YIKES!!!
I was a single guy at the time - and was beet-red (I seemed to do that a lot - turning red - when I was a teen), briefly checked the levels in there, and beat a hasty retreat.
You'd have thought I had stirred up a hornets' nest with all the buzzing of angry gals around me. I barely got out of there with my hide intact.
Well... one of them biddies went and complained to one of the higher-ups (probably her husband) - who then went to the head of the sound department - and pretty much read him the riot-act.
I knew I was in trouble - big trouble. When the big-wig left - he turned to me - could see I was pretty much already crushed (beet-red again, too) - and he told me to not worry about the sound levels in that room during the meetings.
I think he was about to laugh - he thought it was funny as hell - in retrospect - he's right. It was funny as hell... at the time though... I just wanted to crawl away somewhere and die.
I figured that I had done something terribly wrong.
Hell... I don't even think I saw anything either... I was looking at the floor!
Regards,
Jim TX