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Top Ten Safety Stories of 2006

It wasn't until this morning that I finally ran across my first workplace safety blog. You would think I would have seen one earlier than this, but it's not that surprising, really. There's something very anti-new-tech about the profession -- understandably so, given our history with miraculous new technologies that will make the world better. As a safety pro, when a design engineer comes to you brimming with excitement over some brand new bit of tech, your usual gut reaction is, Great. I know nothing about the new and interesting ways that thing breaks, and neither does anybody else. We get to be the people they're gonna write the "if only they had realized" case studies about.

Anyway, the professional safety blog... After reading his take on the Top Ten Safety Stories of 2006, I'm remembering all over again how miserable I was in that job. Simply reading the article produced all sorts of unpleasant physiological reactions -- I could feel my heart speed up, my breathing go shallow, the muscles across my shoulders clamping down. Stress reactions, mostly, remembering how damn political the job of a corporate safety pro is, even at a firm that's reasonably coherent about workplace safety. Economic needs on one side, human hopes on another, and a damnably huge area of risks and trade-offs that you can't even identify, let alone quantify. That job made me a huge fan of gravity: in a world full of effects I couldn't predict, things fall down became the one thing I could rely on.

My visceral reaction to the article was a bit of a surprise to me. In school this last term, one of my two major papers was about system failures. It had a distinct focus on industrial safety, and it was a blast to research and write. I enjoying reading thirty page expositions of the intricacies that led to the capsize of a drilling platform.* The systems analysis area of the safety field is enormously satisfying to me. And, yes, that absolutely includes all the human factors stuff.** This last term, working on that paper about the abstract causes of failure, digging through back issues of Professional Safety and re-reading ANSI standards,*** was satisfying. Satsifying enough that I had been wondering if I want to keep a finger in the safety field when I'm done with this degree.

But dealing with all the emotional/political crap, with the knowledge that a screw-up can mean someone's death? Never again.

...

I dunno how that sums up, practically speaking. Most safety-pro career paths are founded on field experience -- as I understand it, the ANSI standards are typically written on the side as resume-enhancers by people who mostly do fieldwork. There are a very, very few academic programs in safety.

Or maybe I should get into security, or some other such complex-systems field -- still lots of systems analysis, still lots of human-factors considerations, but the screwing-up stakes are quite a bit lower. (And, oddly, given that the stakes are lower, the pay is higher.)

... Bah. Time to stop obsessing, and go find something else to do with my day.

So, let me leave you with a chaser of geometric coolness: Reuleaux Triangles. (Or, an alternate selection for those who don't find geometry uplifting: Japanese Manhole Covers.)

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* That write-up sucks. See Victor Bignell's Understanding System Failures (Manchester University Press, 1984) for a better case study.

** The human factors stuff, actually, is the most interesting part of it. Watertight hatches don't help prevent capsize unless they're closed, and how to make sure that they're closed is a significant design problem. The thing I loved most about the old job was how to take a system that wasn't working due to human factors problems and redesign it so that it worked. Yum.

*** Yeah, I'll admit it: I like to read ANSI standards. They're nothing more than honking great, width-of-the-discipline, abstract case-studies, AND they encaspluate a whole bunch of history about the field. They're as good as reading the fire code. Think of them as the engineering-geek equivalent of reading the dictionary.
Escher Snakes

Trinkets

This morning I'm wearing a button that says,
Equipped with self-detonating safety features.
evannichols gave it to me this weekend. It amuses me greatly.

It's appropriate, too, on multiple levels. Which is a good deal of why it amuses me. ;-)

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Last night the remainder of my Qwantz order arrived: a copy of "Happy Dog the Happy Dog", a present for grrlpup.

She made me sit on the porch steps last night and read it to her.

S: "Happy Dog loves to play fetch with a young boy named Timmy! Timmy is Happy Dog's best friend. Timmy is made out of meat. Your whole family is made out of meat."
G: (nodding soberly) We're made out of meat.
S: Yes, we are. Do you think Louie knows we're made out of meat?

(both turn to look at the screen door. Louie is standing on the other side, panting at us.)

G: I don't think so.
S: Let's not tell him.
Escher Snakes

The Celebrations Continue...!

What do you get when you divide the circumference of the sun by its diameter?

Pi in the sky!

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I've posted various mnemonics:
Sir, I have a rhyme excelling
In sacred truth and rigid spelling
Numerical sprites elucidate
For me the lexicon's dull weight.

...and...
For a girl I loved contrived,
By nature tough,
Her heart survived.
...and more of their ilk.

My coworkers are still walking around with those bemused smiles. They have no idea what's going on, but they're willing to humor the crazy person...

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ETA: The New Guy just got it! (at 1:52!)

"Stop making those PIfalutin' jokes! Get down off your PI-horse!"
Escher Snakes

Pi Day

I brought in cherry pie, and told people I'm serving it at 1:59 this afternoon. I've even told them what the occasion is. (Briefly. Just the name of the day, not the explanation of the day.)

No one has solved it yet. They all nod and smile, and figure that they'll eventually find out what I'm going on about, and if they don't, well, they'll at least get a slice of pie for their trouble. Which is probably a welcome change -- I'm often bizarre and inexplicable, but they don't usually get baked goods for putting up with me. ;-)

How long before they solve it, do you think?
Escher Snakes

Spaceship Couch, redux

For the very first time, I want one of those living room sets that have multiple couches. It's never been that much of an issue before, except when we have multiple houseguests and folks have to drag up stools or straight-back chairs, but now that she has a cold and I'm still convalescing... Well, we both want to use the couch as a daybed, and there isn't quite room for two in that mode. Close, but not quite.

Anyway, if you haven't guessed, she's power-napping on the couch, and I'm sitting in the rocker and watching her enviously, but not quite ready to mosey off to the bedroom and have a power-nap of my own.

My difference in stamina between today and Wednesday is startling. I keep forgetting the powers of adaptation the human body has. On Wednesday, my first day back at work, the walk from the parking lot to my office was long, slow, and tiring, and climbing the stairs put me momentarily out of breath. When I got home, I hit the couch and refused to twitch a muscle for hours. If I'd had a little more gall, I would have lobbied for a straw in my drink so that I wouldn't have to lift my head.

Today, however, I climbed the stairs many many times, and I escorted a contractor between his two worksites at the back of the building and at the far side of the building, I met with people in another building entirely, and never ended up out of breath. Tired, but nothing more. And when I came home, I curled up on the couch with a book for a few hours, but it wasn't in limp-noodle mode, I didn't take a nap, and after a few hours I was out running errands again.

So I'm obviously getting much better, and quickly. Which is a good thing, because Tiggers need their energy to bounce properly.

(Which is why we need a second couch, drat it.)

Jenny is visiting tomorrow, so it shall be a busy weekend -- chapterizing novels for class, clearing out the library again so Jenny can use it as a guest bedroom, and then picking up Jenny and having her around for several days. It will be lovely to see her again (Well, lovely in that abrasive, are-you-SURE-you're-not-a-New-Yorker way she has about her), but one can always prefer that it was a happier occasion.
Escher Snakes

Industrial Supply Catalogs

I'm ordering a fall-protection harness. It comes in three sizes: "small/med", "universal", and "XXL". The sizing chart says volumes about the construction worker demographics -- "small/med" is anyone who is both shorter than 5'8" and weighs less than 200 lbs.

That's what? Nearly all women...? And a good half of all men?
Escher Snakes

Private Benjamin

If my life were a movie, it would be of Great Narrative Significance that I opened my mailbox today to find an army recruiting flyer. I swear, I could hear the portentuous music in the background.

Ye gods, it must have been at least fifteen years since I was last receiving military recruiting flyers. Probably closer to twenty. I can't imagine what mailing list they got my name from. Do they think that ACLU membership makes me a likely candidate? How about Amnesty International? Not to mention...

Oh, whatever. Like they know or care. As far as they're concerned, I'm within age limits and they've got a manpower shortage.

...

So, what do you think, guys? Should I let the army send me to college? Have "a real-life experience and an experience of a lifetime?"

(And before anyone gets too excited: no, those were not serious questions.)
Escher Snakes

Alas, poor Calvin!

I really wanted some Chocolate-Frosted Sugar Bombs* this morning.

I'm having to settle for Peeps and Froot Loops.

* I'm a little sad. No one here** seems to know what Chocolate-Frosted Sugar Bombs are.

** The solid-world "here", that is. Y'all out there are doing a much better job recognizing the refernce!