I gotcha.
My first job was working the third shift (overnight) at a Target. Basically we would unload the trucks for a few hours and spend the rest of the night putting things on shelves. We had to load the stock out to areas based on codes, then we'd need to do an inventory of what needs replacing on the shelves, get the stuff from the boxes, stock it, then move on. Anywho, this was surprisingly difficult at first because you needed to get a grasp of all the codes and where they were on the store floor, but you'd get it after a while.
Anywho, one night I was moving chemicals and stuff, poisons and junk as well. Was building a display and I overextended myself, causing the display to fall on me as well as a strong does of bug spray to get into my eyes. Boss came rushing over, got me to a wash station to clean my eye out (would be red for the next day or so) and then I had to go back to work to clean up the display.
There was also the time I was learning how to use the industrial trash compactor. These things suck. You put boxes in them, then you slide your way into the back of the machine to wrap some wire through some holes so when you eject this block of compressed cardboard about 500 pounds heavy, it slides out fairly easily and in one uniform mass. I didn't quite know how to do that, so when I went to eject the compacted trash, the machine jammed and the gate that lowers to allow the giant block of cardboard to slide out also got stuck and everything had to come to a halt for a good two hours as we pried the block of trash out. I will never forget my boss looking at me in disbelief and saying, "I have never seen anyone do such a bad job with this machine".
GOOD TIMES.