Here's the scenario (ok, here's my currrent scenario)...
You're making peghead veneer, you have a sweet piece of rosewood, bookmatched, from the scrap of a superb Ramirez repro back (because you hover around more experienced luthiers like a vulture, and you have an unhealthy lust for tiny bits of exquisite figure), wonderful color, inky lines...
This peghead has your signature inlay, Cambodian rosewood inlayed into in Indian, subtle, warm, subdued and perfectly fit along the center of the bookmatch line...
This peghead needs a truss rod cover because it's that sort of instrument, and you want the person who someday opens that cover to gaze in wonder at the finesse you have achieved in a place hardly anyone will ever see...
You do all this because you can, and after all, you should. It's near perfect, after the disc sander sucked up the previous 3 attempts, you persevered, exhilarated.
You glue it to the peghead, that truss rod access hole, that perfect ellipse aligned just so, and measured so the allen wrench will fit like a glove, 15 degree bevel kissing where the nut will go...
The clamps cause the slippery glue to slip - when you return from your glue-drying meditation, you see your work of art is...
cockeyed!!!
Your colleagues cluck and soothe, it's 'not that bad' they say, but then finally admit that it glares at them like a deformed penguin, an asymmetrical tuxedo.
Now begins the truly hard work - how to fix it?
Sand it off, do it again, better?
Turn it into a feature?
Have a martini and write a forum post about it? (works for me)
How have YOU dealt with the insult of haste, symmetry and physics?