TRASH TALK Recycle is a "Dad" chore on Saturdays apparently. Being under the weather this week my major outing was a trip to the Recycle center. I am always a little embarrassed when the majority of my glass dump is usually in the colored glass section (wine bottles). It's not like I go every week...but I digress.
Though fairly busy, it was generally the male contingency tooling up in their monster trucks and sports vehicles transporting their carefully separated plastics/papers/glass. As I carry small paper bags of goodies they heft sizable tubs of second-chance refuse. As 90% of what we recycle does not even get reused, seems pointless but getting into the habit is a virtue I suppose. Ahh the early days when the busy bods would tsk tsk when we would trash instead of treasure or screech if our ketchup bottle splotched into the wrong bin.
Cleaning out someone's house certainly taught me that sorting becomes futile due to the sheer mass; there are not a lot of options for recyle in a small northern town; and basically at a certain point one does not give a crap, so useable/non-useable items ended in a place that will never see the light of day. I will probably have to take to the grave where some of it ended up. (no I did not dump stuff in the lake) It was all legit, just wasteful...and costly. Think those guys with the bags and no questions asked- pay by the truckload. Who knows what happened after that, but I did feel bad as perfectly good personal items floated past me before ending up in their final resting place. Declutter people-you never know who will be pawing through your life at the end. Though you obviously won't care spare your friends and family having to separate your unmentionables, dubious photos and your general overall taste for ceramic clowns and other chachkies.
WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE Then there was the whole worlds colliding thingee this week. Perusing my quarterly BWL newsletter this week I saw a picture showing a group of emps who graduated from a MIOSHA Training Institute (MTI) boot camp. I had enough years to become a retiree (small pension) from the BWL and I am a founding author of the MIOSHA MTI.
I remember our coordination of the first boot camp when it occurred to us if we could get the proper co-sponsor support and corral enough instructors we could create a quick-path to providing a certificate in a week or two. We were nervous that we could attract enough students to cover the costs, but the idea took off as there were those who wanted to get their certificates in a shorter period of time. I am especially proud that the MTI certificate of achievement started appearing in Michigan EHS job postings as a preferred document of education within the first year of operation.
I started my safety career at the BWL. It was normally just two of us and a big reliance on educating and trusting committee members when I was flying solo. Now they have several layers of emps devoted to safety and health with a commitment to the programs which is the way it should be. Nice to know I continued to be part of that effort with the MTI program.
Now time to clear the decks and get ready to watch the commercials er, er the Super Bowl .
Peace Out💚 💙💛
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