My worst one wasn’t really my worst but I’m pretty sure that I have already mentioned it else where on the forum at some point. My second worst in this case, was a gentleman who ordered my now long gone, “I will convert your ebook to kindle format” gig.
All was well at first. He asked how much it would be to convert x amount of pages, I sent a custom offer and then… Well, I was staggered. His manuscript you see, was a very VERY erotic (and I would go so far as to say hardcore/deprived) piece of pulp about a waitress in a bar who had to present herself pretty much like a piece of swiss cheese to a table of rich businessmen to say thank you for your custom.
I didn’t read all of if. But the bits I did read left me quite horrified in regard to the fact that what I was reading had came out of someone’s mind and that they were about to try and sell it on Amazon. - Also, I’m far from a prude but this really was something.
Anyway, in the process of formatting the word document, my ebook software spat out the real name of the author of the work due to the fact that it was coded into the metadata of the document. (I don’t know if metadata is the right term but it was there).
A little curious, I then googled the authors name only to find that the author in question is a somewhat successful children’s book series author in which he writes about his life traveling around with his pets and having all kinds of adventures.
The above being the case, I delivered the work and advised the author in question that he might want to use an opensource wordprocessor for such work in future which doesn’t ask him to take ownership of the software with any personal information. After all, although I would never do it, it would be very easy for someone to ruin his career by saying “hey look who Enid Blyton has been moonlighting as!”
However, this didn’t go down too well. first, it was a gig cancellation request. Then it was threats of legal action etc. I did attempt to say as clearly as possible that I was only highlighting this information for the authors benefit I think I must have made him loose control of his bowels and he seemed to think I was blackmailing him.
In order not to allow the situation to escalate I therefore killed the gig (it was way to time-consuming to format ebooks anyway) and went on a weeks vacation.
What did I learn from this experience? Simply that it’s best to let people make their own mistakes. Trying to help people out for free just leads to unnecessary headaches.