That awkward moment when you're flying to a business meeting, and you're working on the presentation with such great focus, that you when you hear your flight number, you jump up, run to the wrong gate, get on the wrong plane, and fly to the wrong city.
And it gets worse.
You get to the wrong city, but think you're in the right city, and then soon discover its the wrong city.
Now, while you're having an anxiety attack, you have to call your superiors, who are at some airport somewhere waiting for you... and inform them the new "hotshot" they hired is in fact a complete and utter buffoon.
But I'm not saying that happened to ME.
It was probably someone else.