During my education, I was put in charge of a group of fellow students in order to produce a website for one of the faculty staff. We’d be graded on this project.
Client: This is the website that I want you to revamp and redesign.
Me: Sure. We’ll send through some mock designs and get your feedback. In the meantime, can you provide us the files for this website?
The client agrees to, and a polite two weeks pass before I start getting anxious. It is week six when I knuckle down and find out what the hold-up is.
Me: We really need access to the back-end of this website. Yes, we can access the website from the URL you gave us, but I assume there is some server or hard drive where these files are?
Client: I’m not sure.
Me: Ok let me rephrase myself, these files must exist somewhere. I need you to tell us where. When was the last time you worked on this website?
Then the penny dropped.
Me: … You don’t own this website, do you? Wow, I didn’t think I had to ask that. Thanks, professor, you’ve taught me a valuable lesson.
The project was graded a conceded pass, “for trying”.