Lynn, your electro-shock tale led me to recall this. Probably one more reason I ended up the flake I am!

I was working a summer job for a fly-by-night communications company when I was 17, pulling new telephone cables throughout the interior of a light industrial complex. (The company is MD-based, but an international spice company, you probably have some of their spices in your kitchen.)

The job-site supervisor was 20, I think. The word "safety" was never mentioned if I recall correctly. The job entailed climbing around the entire building up in the rafters (called "monkeying"), pulling various sized telephony cables from a central location to every distribution box, then from those boxes to every work station. Buildings ranged from 2 to 4 stories in height, but were only 1 floor each. In other words, if you fell from the rafters, you were gonna fall the entire 2-4 stories.

The day in question I was working in a 2 story building, thank goodness. This was the company HQ, all of the managers and bosses had their offices there. All wires were run up in the rafters here, electrical as well as telephone cable.

There I was, monkeying along through the ceiling, pulled the cable to its destination and was working my way back, securing it at intervals with tie-wraps (big plastic zip ties). It was kind of dark but I didn't use my flashlite cuz it was hard to hold and monkey at the same time. Besides, there was lots of light leakage coming up from the fixtures below in the ceiling of the offices. By the way, the ceiling was a simple drop ceiling, held up by thin wires, it was not designed to hold much weight, even a 125 lb. skinny-ass teenager was way over what this thing could hold. I was hot, dirty, and very sweaty when I made my way past a place where a bunch of other wires came together. I had zero knowledge of what any other wires were at the time, but later found out that these were 220 volt electrical wires converging on a junction box.

I didn't grab the wires, just rubbed up against them in my sweaty t-shirt, WHOMP! Massive jolt of electricity, my whole body spasmed, I lost my perch on the metal rafters and fell...

Straight through the drop ceiling,
Into a conference room,
Landed on a big wood table,
Right in the middle of an Executive Meeting!

ZAAAAP, CRASH, TUMBLE, SMASH, THUD!

The executives screamed like little girls, especially the contingent of men from India (or wherever)!
There was dust, dirt, smashed ceiling tiles, my tools, and company papers EVERYWHERE!!!
Pandemonium ensued, suits yelling and hollering, bailing out of the room like it was on fire.
I just sorta lay there, stunned, for what seemed the longest time. At some point I got off the table and lay down on the carpet, which is where my boss and coworkers found me. Apparently the suits just abandoned me there, which didn't surprise me then or now.

I was bruised, battered, bloody, and burned, but somehow I didn't break anything. None of my injuries were serious, I didn't even go to the hospital. My boss slapped some bandaids on me and sent me home for the day. I was pretty whacked out, but they just let me get in my car and drive 20 miles home!

This happened on a Friday, I just rested up over the weekend and was back at work on Monday. At which point we had a lesson in recognizing and avoiding the electric wires, and were issued headlamp flashlights. That was the extent of our safety training!
Of course I was razzed mercilessly by the guys I worked with, even the spice co. employees would say "look out, Crash is in the building today!" Crash was the nicest nickname I got out of it.

Three years later I was attending a local university and was dating this girl. After a bit it was time to meet the parents, but she never mentioned where her dad worked. After intros, we kept looking at each other, trying to figure out where we recognized each other from. In the middle of dinner, her dad suddenly blurts out "You're the guy who fell through of the ceiling!"
He was one of the Execs who had been in the meeting that day! We all got a good laugh out of it, he got to hear my side of events, and told me of the various reactions from the bigwigs.

Safety Third, indeed...