In my job... many. It's a matter of sifting through for the ones fit for publication.
Electrical testing can be fraught. You're on your own, making little noise. People forget you're there. Scooting from room to room, several times I've surprised the lady of the house standing in her pants, about to pull up her skirt. It's never like the movies, though. Never any shrieking, just that wonderfully English way of smiling politely .... and never referring to it again.
Lavatories are ripe for embarrassment. One time, I was plastering in the loo, but had to fetch more plaster. Meantime, a woman had snuck in to take care of business.
Well, you can guess. She hadn't locked the door. I got there just before she had a chance to put herself back together.
Never has a trowelful of plaster seemed so redundant. ;o)