The line I used to use to tell someone that they were somewhat inadequate in their job was "well, after this just remember, the cheeseburger goes in the yellow wrapper."
AND, So there we were . . .
I had been aboard my first ship probably a month or so and we were finishing up a overhaul up at Puget Sound. Taking on lubricating oil, we had a large, probably 500 gallon, tank up in the hangar bay anf we were using gravity feed to run it down to the engineering spaces.
Well, some brain surgeon aviation type decided that it would go faster if he hooked up a 150psi air line to the tank and give the oil a little 'push'. Oh, and he didn't bother to tell anyone about it. So, at about 11:00 p.m. that night, the tank decides that 150 psi is a bit more than it can handle . . . (the tank was rated at about 10psi).
Because we were sending the oil to my space, #1 Auxiliary Machinery Room, Some guy comes on down to our berthing space and wakes me up (rudely) and tells me that the tank leaked and we had to go up and clean it all up. I head up to the hanger bay to find the now seriously abused tank split open and probably about a hundred gallons of oil allllll over the hangar bay! Then I find the air hose still connected. I tell the guy in charge that not only were we (as in 'my people') not responsible for the issue, but that 'we' were not going to help clean up.
End result; after explaining things to the boss the next morning, I was very popular with 'my guys'.
"Why do I do this? Because the money's good, the scenery changes and they let me use explosives, okay?"