Wild time at the ole watering park last week. Yes, there was a lot of water and noise and humidity and little people bouncing off the proverbial walls. On the bright side, my hair reacted beautifully to the tropical environment and curled nicely. Every type of swimsuit was featured with yours truly in actually a more modest skirted version. I swear people do not look in the mirror before they venture out, but no one asked my opinion (my new mantra). Apparently, I am considered opinionated so I'm working on it.
One of the (multitudes of) lifeguards kept bugging me offering me way too much advice on where to stand to get the best pictures, lingering in my personal space as I watched for the intrepid daredevils to emerge from the "tube" and continually trying to engage in conversation. Almost missed the spectacular image of Grandpa and Joe shooting out of the tube and crashing into the wall- awesome!
When the time came for tumbling down the chute I invoked the "claustrophobia" card, so Grandpa did the honors by riding through the tube with the boy. Neither one looked happy at the end so whew! Though I did want to try it after I saw them go through, Joe was not a fan of a second run. He did try the body surfing attraction and I was rather intrigued until I realized I met half of the "precautions". You know "do not take this ride if you have....HBP, Osteo, loose bathing suit, paranoia, rickets, malaria, etc." I did partake of the "Lazy River" eschewing the inner tube (that we all look so graceful entering and exiting) and just power walked with the current-have to get those steps in!
Though advertised as a luxurious experience, not so much. Everything was extra and the restaurant where "kids eat free" was a bit of a challenge. Like the "Hotel California" you can order but you can never eat apparently due to the crowds, lack of wait staff and too few tables. The Joe did perform an impromptu song and dance routine with the clerk in the gift shop earning him a free sticker, however. He also discovered a VR (virtual reality) set-up in the arcade which took most of his money. Funny to watch when you're not in the game as the player swats at unseen predators and screeches to unknown terrors in the VR world.
SAFETY STUFF Speaking of unknown terrors, (neat little segue) that is pretty much the description of an EHS professional. Although we do try to anticipate the terrors/hazards and educate and protect appropriately. I was a big believer of using other people's experience as a guide. Always a win if someone does not die upon receiving said experience.
Line workers would practice pole top rescue as occasionally one zigs instead of zags resulting in hanging from one's gear unconscious. Before I came on the scene, they were using themselves. Live bodies being "manhandled" off the pole after receiving the precordial thump (sternum punch). That led to obtaining our first Resusci Annie dummy. I won't even go into the inappropriate ways they referred to the young lady during training. As they would say after I became their safety skate all the fun went out of their work. I bear the criticism proudly.
I also destroyed the fire-fighter's confidence in their rescue "trampolines" as I pointed out no way to test them unless they wanted to take the leap themselves. Then there was the shotgun in the plant supervisor's office in case they needed to shoot down pigeons that managed to get inside the plant, umm no. Leaving only the risk of possible histoplasmosis from the pigeon droppings vs. the errant shot, angry worker or bloody carcass crashing to the ground. Or the crazy question from an engineer no less, "do we really have to vent the generator outside?" (though I think he wanted to blame Safety as it was cold). Yes, no fun at all. So keep your powder dry and Peace Out.....💚 💙💛
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