You, there! Stop That!
Yesterday was quite an important day for me at work. As a still fairly new employee, I am required to complete a whole list of mandatory training courses and over the past six weeks, in addition to being thrown into the deep end of the pool on work matters, I have been finding every spare minute possible to knock my training items off the list.
Most of the subjects are online courses and can be started and stopped at will, so that helps. There are a few, however, that are required to be taken in person.
Yesterday I had to travel some distance to another building at a far flung campus in order to attend : cue very dramatic music : Safety Training.
Oh yes, I am employed by a very safety minded entity, and that’s actually quite ok. There are lots of people here who perform very dangerous work and making sure those employees are safe and looked after is of vital importance.
However, in the parlance of The Good Man, I pilot a desk for a living. So do the kind souls who are forced to report to me. This means the risk factors tend to drop off dramatically to include things like aggressive paper cuts and oh damn I tripped on the copy machine.
But rules are rules and every manager MUST take this training regardless of function.
So of course about 85% of the training class didn’t apply to me. As I sat there listening to the types of harness that can be used for overhead work and then a hearty debate about whether or not a lab worker should be required to wear safety glasses when looking in a microscope, my well documented monkey-mind took a whole other journey.
I recalled back to the very early years of my employment when I worked for Sandia Labs and as part of employment I had to take both rattlesnake and coyote training. That’s right, we had to learn to spot, avoid and deal with these common inhabitants of the New Mexican desert.
Even though I also piloted a desk back then, rattlesnake training certainly grabbed and held my attention for the duration of the seminar. Today’s detailed dissertation on eye-wash procedures less so.
So then I started thinking about other safety courses that would be fun to take. Advanced crocodile wrestling, perhaps? How about Zip Lining To Freedom for Beginners? Dog Sledding and You: How to remain the leader of the pack? Or…Golden Gate Bridge painting, how to cling to the wires on especially windy days.
C’mon! That’s actual safety! That stuff is not only cool it matters!
No, instead I learned that while typing your wrist can bend to between zero and 25% and you should be ok Carpal Tunnel-wise. More than 25% and I need to fill out a stack of forms and evidently point and taunt. (Ok, not actually on that last part but would that be fun? “Jimmy’s gonna Carpal! Jimmy’s gonna Carpal!”)
Well I can tell you, those two hours of a dry PowerPoint presentation really made a big impact on me. I’m now fully compliant and safety trained. I’ve already warned The Good Man that safety walk around of the apartment is coming soon (surprise inspection, of course). Oh yes, he and The Feline are gonna get inspected real good. “You there! That fuzzy felt mouse with one eye ripped off is just lying in the middle of hallway! Trip hazard!”
A monkey-minded woman with a little bit of knowledge is a very dangerous thing.
Next course: Surviving Life With Karen, a primer for man and beast.
Image from Clay Bennett.
Beth in Taos
Another big one in New Mexico is hantavirus training. My husband has to go through that annually. Of course the one time he encountered a possible hantavirus exposure, the “hantavirus kit” wasn’t in the work truck where it was supposed to be. It was back in the office. (Palm slap to the forehead)
Ooh, yes, Hantavirus training. Though to be honest, my mom conducted many a bubonic plague and hantavirus awareness training when I was a kid.
It sounded something like this:
“DON’T TOUCH DEAD THINGS!!!!”
Beth in Taos
But it’s also the droppings the live things leave behind. A great big pile of droppings.
Yeah, I know. I was just being a smart ass. :)