Not only do they have regulations, but they are the only group of people that can enter a union shop and say “nice mob you’ve got here. Would be a shame if something were to happen to it.”
I’m just tired of Scientists and politicians cherry-picking data that supports their arguments then using vague language related to their self-selected data to avoid actually lying.
So, there I was, up on the eighth floor balcony hoping that there wasn’t anybody strolling by on the sidewalk as I watched the large vanilla milkshake, once mine, but now in thrall to gravity, hurtling with a seeming urgency toward the ground below. A chill, colder and much less pleasant than the frozen treat I had been sipping just moments before, eeled its way down my spine when I noticed the stroller approaching, pushed by a petite form in a sundress. I released a small, nearly inaudible gasp at the realization, then attempted to call out a warning to the hapless passers-by. Rather than a word of caution, a mild vulgarity escaped my lips, the sound seeming to reach her ears just as the viscous drink splattered on the dirty concrete, cascading out from the point of impact. While there was no direct contact between container and stroller, child, or guardian, the resulting mess, which resembled one of Pollack’s lesser works, managed to splash the wheels of the pram and the young lady’s shoes. Sensing that she would be unable to deduct the origin of the dropped dairy drink, I retreated from the balcony back to the safety of my living room.
I’ve been having a harder time fitting in my threads lately.
Too much bread and pasta.
I do, but it’s too big even for this thread.
In other news I finished an OSHA 511 general industry training this week. I have to take a 501 later this year so that I can provide OSHA 10 training.
I’m going to have to make some recommendations during the next IMAO safety meeting. I for one have never been issued any EMU PPE for example
Won’t really help much but you do you.
Fangbeer: Where’s my EMU PPE gear Mr. Walruskkkch sir??
walruskkkch: How the hell would I know!?
I know, but I’m still waiting for my industgry kickback.
Emu Defense Wear just doesn’t have a lot of palm greasing cash laying around.
Go figure.
Wait — there are OSHA regulations? We’ve never heard of these. Is there any literature on the subject?
Not only do they have regulations, but they are the only group of people that can enter a union shop and say “nice mob you’ve got here. Would be a shame if something were to happen to it.”
Fangbeer..I always wear my tinfoil safety helmet when texting and I believe that should become the IMAO standard…
Tinfoil hats are only mandatory if after a hazard assessment the employer can not eliminate or otherwise guard the hazard.
So really it’s on Basil (not Basil) to properly insulate the mind beam room.
We recommend corrugated tin.
I’m just tired of Scientists and politicians cherry-picking data that supports their arguments then using vague language related to their self-selected data to avoid actually lying.
After reading this thread, I’m investing heavily in lithium futures, but not for batteries…
I’m told that there are no FDA, CDC, EPA or ATF warning labels on recreational pharmaceuticals.
WTF??
Could i ask a huge favor of everyone and pray/hope/think (whatever works for you) for my kid that’s making dumb choices recently?
You won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t but I’ll take all the help i can get right now.
I’ll get back to making dumb and/or marginally funny comments before too long.
Here’s hoping that his decision making improves quickly.
Rihar…it all works out. Soon he’ll be coming over with a lovely wife and grandkids and these current times will dissolve from your memory
Prayers up, as they say!
So, there I was, up on the eighth floor balcony hoping that there wasn’t anybody strolling by on the sidewalk as I watched the large vanilla milkshake, once mine, but now in thrall to gravity, hurtling with a seeming urgency toward the ground below. A chill, colder and much less pleasant than the frozen treat I had been sipping just moments before, eeled its way down my spine when I noticed the stroller approaching, pushed by a petite form in a sundress. I released a small, nearly inaudible gasp at the realization, then attempted to call out a warning to the hapless passers-by. Rather than a word of caution, a mild vulgarity escaped my lips, the sound seeming to reach her ears just as the viscous drink splattered on the dirty concrete, cascading out from the point of impact. While there was no direct contact between container and stroller, child, or guardian, the resulting mess, which resembled one of Pollack’s lesser works, managed to splash the wheels of the pram and the young lady’s shoes. Sensing that she would be unable to deduct the origin of the dropped dairy drink, I retreated from the balcony back to the safety of my living room.
I love a happy ending.
This is why we have the word “Fore!”