I used to work for a big Aerospace manufacturer. At the time I was there, the first prototype of the wing for a new aircraft variant had just been completed. It was being equipped with strain gauges for testing and the job had been handed to a local contractor.
They sent some poor kid who had just completed his apprenticeship. This had apparently mostly involved fitting gauges to bridge steel-work rather than to aluminium panels on a new wing which had just gone through an extensive lightening re-design, leaving many of the panels not much thicker than tin-foil.
Kid had been on-site about 2 weeks when someone noticed that, every now and then, he’d get a gauge a bit squint. So he’d just grab his trusty big flat-head screwdriver, put the end against the gauge and bang his hand on the end to get the gauge off, then glue a new one on.
He was escorted to his car while his boss was called.