In my work car park, the Hazardous Materials Spills Kit has fallen off its rotting posts and landed on its face. It has been there for weeks and has collapsed in a way that exposes lots of nails at odd angles. Even better, if you park you car just right, you can force people to walk within a couple of inches of some of these nails, or maybe even have to walk on the rotting wood of the collapsed safety kit itself. Most of these people will be wearing thin soled shoes with medium to high heels. (No women work at my place, we’re just really open minded.)
This relaxed approach to safety is being brought to us by the very same people who insist on taking up a subcontractor’s morning by getting them to do an online OH&S induction course before said subcontractors are allowed to go and turn up the thermostat on the busted air-conditioning.
You can get it holding a bare wire
You can get it setting yourself on fire
A big open wound deserves a tiny, butt covering bandaid
And the best old bandaid is corporate OH&S
Matter o' fact, I’ve got it now
(Anyone who's not experienced the full glory of a VB ad circa 1980 will be mystified by that.)
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