I've come to the conclusion that we as a culture are becoming too enamored of "safety". We hear that safety is "job 1!" and I've even seen a contractor's company logo bragging about them being a "safe contractor". When I saw that, all I could think was that I don't give a **** how safe your contracting company is - are you going to build what I want for a reasonable price, within quality guidelines and finish it on time?
Safety is not your primary job, people. The job is your primary job. Unless you work for the government, if you don't get results, you ain't going to have a job for long. Sitting in the break room and staying safe doesn't get work done and if work isn't getting done, customers aren't paying you.
"Report all injuries immediately." Yeah, if I stopped work to go show my boss every new scratch, I'd hardly get any work done. In my line of work, sometimes you have a choice between tearing the whole car apart or forcing your hand between two cheese-grater surfaces to reach what needs to be done. Guess which choice makes us money?
In the real world, your feelings and intentions matter for shit. What matters is what you can do. What matters is if you can do it as well or better than the other guy. What matters is the job. Suck it up and do it, or step aside for someone who can.
I'm not saying take stupid risks. I'm saying that sometimes there are acceptable risks. That sometimes you're going to bleed a little for a paycheck.
Oh, you cut yourself? You need stitches? Boo fucking hoo, did you get the job done? No? Here's some superglue.
Safety is not your primary job, people. The job is your primary job. Unless you work for the government, if you don't get results, you ain't going to have a job for long. Sitting in the break room and staying safe doesn't get work done and if work isn't getting done, customers aren't paying you.
"Report all injuries immediately." Yeah, if I stopped work to go show my boss every new scratch, I'd hardly get any work done. In my line of work, sometimes you have a choice between tearing the whole car apart or forcing your hand between two cheese-grater surfaces to reach what needs to be done. Guess which choice makes us money?
In the real world, your feelings and intentions matter for shit. What matters is what you can do. What matters is if you can do it as well or better than the other guy. What matters is the job. Suck it up and do it, or step aside for someone who can.
I'm not saying take stupid risks. I'm saying that sometimes there are acceptable risks. That sometimes you're going to bleed a little for a paycheck.
Oh, you cut yourself? You need stitches? Boo fucking hoo, did you get the job done? No? Here's some superglue.
