Releases used to have a single point of failure, and it was me. The process was ad hoc and quietly nerve-wracking, the kind of thing where you clear your afternoon and hope. Nobody wanted to own it, so it fell to the person with the most access and the most to lose.
What fixed it is unglamorous underneath: staged environments, automated checks, human approval gates, git as the source of truth. On top sits a deadpan British rail announcer calling stations, a steam whistle on departure, a bell at Production Terminal, and delays attributed to leaves on the line. The whimsy is not decoration. It is the adoption strategy, and it is why rotating ownership stuck.