I only had a nickname one time, I liked it, but it only stuck as long as the job did where I picked it up. "Sparky" It was given to me because of all the things I kept setting on fire, accidentally of course, but a lot of them.
I was working in SoCal at one of the formerly largest cattle feedlots in Southern California and it was owned by then ARCO Seed Company and we were converting the place into a Seed Research Station. I was hired and put in charge of demolishing various parts of the feedlot infrastructure. Buildings, massive silos and a complex of auger bunkers and such. Just a whole lot of fun stuff to tear up or down.
There was a lot of heavy duty cutting torch work and we were always on a tight schedule to cut first and fast, so I often didn't check to make certain where the sparks would fly. Well after burning up some rather expensive field plot isolation tents, which wasn't all my falt, my supervisor called me Sparky and it stuck.
Someone had parked a skid of the rolled up tents at the base of a silo unbeknownst to me while I had already been topside cutting auger bunker boxes loose. Hot slag fell and ignited the tents. From then on the work crew with me had orders to always have five gallon buckets of water and fire extinguishers on hand no matter where I was cutting.
That was a fun job. I became very adept at taking things down.