Welp, I'm afraid of heights, or else this'd be nothing I guess.
Last week, I had just got done blasting a guy for his attendance and I was out in the warehouse....and I did something extremely dumb. The sort of thing I'd fire me for if I saw me do that. I wanted to take a better look at a pallet of product that was in the top level of our racks, so I stepped onto one of the forks of the lift this guy was driving and told him to pick me up. About time I got to the 8th level (the 9th and highest is 34 feet off the floor) it dawned on me that
A) I was close to 30 feet above the concrete standing on a 4 inch wide piece of metal,
B) if I survived a fall to that concrete, it was still -15 degrees in there, and
C) Joe might like it better if I did fall (he's nicknamed Crazy Joe for a reason).
So, knees knocking, I got the info I needed and had him put me back down. I got a good rush out of it, but I think I prefer to get my rushes from other people's dumb actions. I spent an hour mentally slapping myself.