it could be
that I am intrinsically unsafe.
Problem is, for the umpteenth time I have been lectured today on safety. My group contributed to the original safety manual for what we do; we are aware of the safety requirements because we wrote them, more or less.
But we have to make the customer and all it’s agents happy, so we humbly sit through a presentation by a man whose hands have never felt a wrench, no callouses anywhere on him, and he cannot make it through a ten minute talk without cutting himself on the plastic cap of his pen. And now we are safer because we listened to him.
Sometimes, this is what we have to do.
He obviously doesn’t have a clue as to how dangerous you truly are.
Maybe if you’d have expelled a gaseous cloud from your southern hemisphere, he could have begun to form a clue?
And dear God, don’t ever let him learn of your ballistic pursuits. I’m imagining him riffling madly through his OSHA manuals, looking desperately for what offense you’re surely (in his mind) guilty?
Oh, and don’t say “boo” too loudly around him, either.
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
yeah, what a bunch of idiots.
Kinda like my employer’s requirement that I wear a bump cap while working under a vehicle.
Not a bad idea, except that the majority of my work under vehicles is done on a creeper.
I could easily spend twice as long chasing the damn bump cap as it takes to complete the repair.
My Dad’s last job was as a crane operator. His boss insisted that he wear a hard-hat while operating the crane. Two problems: Dad was tall, so the hard hat didn’t fit into the cab, and while in the cab he’s surrounded by STEEL, if anything got thru that the plastic cap wouldn’t have made a difference.
OK, one more Dad story. Dad worked in a shipyard many years ago, since he had NO fear of height, he did all the high-up stuff on masts and such. When the lunch whistle sounded he was expected to climb down so he could go eat, but climbing down a 100ish foot tower is time consuming, especially when you only have 30 minutes for lunch. So his buddy, the crane operator, used to swing the hook over to Dad, who would sit on the ball and hold the cable, and his friend would lower him to the deck. Until the OSHA (or whatever it was then) rep happened to be at the yard.
Yeah, Dad was a piece of work.
It’s not about your safety. It’s about the safety of the company from you suing them for your injuries and crying at the Jury, “they never told me that stopping the chainsaw with my hand was dangerous”.
People inside M1 Tanks also wear helments and body armor. It is to protect them from cracking their skulls on all those shart metal boxes inside the tank.
I suppose. Each company where we work receives a legal document that contains all of our qualifications and safety.training.
When I was a young and indestructible sailor I had opportunity to ride the crane hook a few times. Then one of the officers saw it and figured that I was having more fun than an enlisted man was allowed to have and put a halt to it. Funny thing was that they never wanted to climb the mast with me, maybe because of the tales of how much swaying took place at the cross member at the top. Maniacal laughter may have taken place during this. Memory is cloudy.
I’ve been working with industrial lasers for over 25 years.
Tomorrow I was supposed to go to Toronto to be trained on laser safety for our companies purposes.
It must just be a coincidence that I still have my vision and fingers since I haven’t had their training yet.
“Do not look at laser with remaining eye”, eh, Ed?