After training and a personal lecture by sup stressing safety first, he points at a package and tells me to take it over to the next boxline. I see this huge, cumbersome, rolled up piece of something wrapped up in cellophane and yellow tape and know through my training that it is an overweight and I'm supposed to ask for assistance. On the other hand, the voice in my head that is life experience tells me to follow orders. I drag it off the platform, onto the deck, push it over about 50 ft, lift it onto the other platform, look at the label, and realize it belonged to the the boxline I just came from. I repeat the process to its original location and tell the sup, "It belongs here." He shrugs his shoulders and says, "My mistake."
Now of the three options (request assistance, check label, follow instruction), I chose either the worst one, or the best one (definitely not the smartest one). It's all a matter of perspective. Because I'm an idealist, I like to think I chose the best one because I'm still here, and that's all that matters to me.