Sometimes it is not so much the 'WORST tool for the job' but more a case of using the right tool in the wrong way.

Early in my electronics career, in fact before I even had a career, while I was a student in High School I had an electrifying experience.  Our High School was lucky to have a very talented and creative electronics teacher, Mr. Wilson, who was instrumental in setting up a FM stereo radio station at the school.  The station was maintained and run by students. Having completed my first year of electronics class (also run by Mr. Wilson), I was allowed to apply for a position on the electronic staff for the radio station, which proved to be a very positive step in inspiring my future career.  One day I was asked to remove a piece of equipment from within the radio station studio (partially housing some of the broadcast equipment, i.e exciter, RF monitors, etc.).  I immediately when to work, assessing the connections and starting to remove the piece of equipment.  With a trusty screwdriver in hand, I when about removing the connecting wires when there was a loud bang, a bright flash and then absolute darkness and quite.  My heart was pounding (at a very high rate) and I sort of lost track of what was going on.

In my haste to remove the equipment I had forgot to shutdown power to the device.  The last connection that I was working on removing was the power to the device (I was unscrewing the power cord).  The screwdriver had shorter out the line cord.  I was quickly removed from the area and the teacher and other staff members cleaned up the mess that I had made and worked to get the radio station up and running again.  Later that day, one of the more senior members of the electronics staff had told me that they were able to get everything up and running again, except for the frequency monitor (that constantly measured the frequency of the FM transmitter/exciter) which was damaged by a power surge in the process.  I was told that the frequency monitor costed $15,000.  I was pretty shook up about the damaged that I caused, which further caused mental stress/confusion.  After another hour or so, the teacher came in and took me aside.  He had told me that the frequency monitor was OK, but the exciter module had suffered a surge and the main crystal was damaged, only a $75.00 part. A while later, one of the other staff members took me aside and told me everything was OK, the others were just joking me.

Later that day, we were having a class with was in preparation for our up and coming FCC test for our radio operators licenses.  On of the group was collecting a list of names of students that needed text books.  I had raised my hand, and he start writing my name on the board .... Gene ... then he stopped and erased that, and wrote F.M. BurnEmUp.  That became my radio station name for the rest of high school.  I even received mail with that name for several years after school.  To this day, on a facebook group for the radio station, I am still referred to as F.M. (for short).

Right tool, but used in the wrong way.  I learned a lot from that experience.

Sometimes it is not so much the 'WORST tool for the job' but more a case of using the right tool in the wrong way.

Early in my electronics career, in fact before I even had a career, while I was a student in High School I had an electrifying experience.  Our High School was lucky to have a very talented and creative electronics teacher, Mr. Wilson, who was instrumental in setting up a FM stereo radio station at the school.  The station was maintained and run by students. Having completed my first year of electronics class (also run by Mr. Wilson), I was allowed to apply for a position on the electronic staff for the radio station, which proved to be a very positive step in inspiring my future career.  One day I was asked to remove a piece of equipment from within the radio station studio (partially housing some of the broadcast equipment, i.e exciter, RF monitors, etc.).  I immediately when to work, assessing the connections and starting to remove the piece of equipment.  With a trusty screwdriver in hand, I when about removing the connecting wires when there was a loud bang, a bright flash and then absolute darkness and quite.  My heart was pounding (at a very high rate) and I sort of lost track of what was going on.

In my haste to remove the equipment I had forgot to shutdown power to the device.  The last connection that I was working on removing was the power to the device (I was unscrewing the power cord).  The screwdriver had shorter out the line cord.  I was quickly removed from the area and the teacher and other staff members cleaned up the mess that I had made and worked to get the radio station up and running again.  Later that day, one of the more senior members of the electronics staff had told me that they were able to get everything up and running again, except for the frequency monitor (that constantly measured the frequency of the FM transmitter/exciter) which was damaged by a power surge in the process.  I was told that the frequency monitor costed $15,000.  I was pretty shook up about the damaged that I caused, which further caused mental stress/confusion.  After another hour or so, the teacher came in and took me aside.  He had told me that the frequency monitor was OK, but the exciter module had suffered a surge and the main crystal was damaged, only a $75.00 part. A while later, one of the other staff members took me aside and told me everything was OK, the others were just joking me.

Later that day, we were having a class with was in preparation for our up and coming FCC test for our radio operators licenses.  On of the group was collecting a list of names of students that needed text books.  I had raised my hand, and he start writing my name on the board .... Gene ... then he stopped and erased that, and wrote F.M. BurnEmUp.  That became my radio station name for the rest of high school.  I even received mail with that name for several years after school.  To this day, on a facebook group for the radio station, I am still referred to as F.M. (for short).

Right tool, but used in the wrong way.  I learned a lot from that experience.