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These stories always break my heart. My time in industrial settings was fruit & veg packing and I always felt like it was 3rd world mentality especially when it came to safety. And it came from on high. There would be the usual safety first signs everywhere but when it actually cost them $$ all that went out the window.
Every packing house was different and a couple were outright hostile. One was the worst and I got called in to repair and tune up the weigh section of their sizer. An electrician and I went in and were told they were down for the day so no problem. I told the electrician I was not going to work on that scale unless he locked out the sizer and he agreed as that was protocol for this. I was laying inside the weigh section on a piece of plywood that was 12” wide with chains running above and below me with just enough room to work. I’d just pulled the part out and getting ready to put the new one in when the sizer bumped. I flattened out in terror and then the start horn blew (which is supposed to be blown before anything is turned on) and luckily the electrician who was waiting his turn grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me out on the floor. No start happened but we both looked at the control booth and there was this jerk I’d heard about. The electrician stopped me from going up there and went himself. When he got there his lock was gone and the jerk just stared at him as he unloaded on him. I didn’t go back and flew back out the next day and never went back.
Every packing house was different and a couple were outright hostile. One was the worst and I got called in to repair and tune up the weigh section of their sizer. An electrician and I went in and were told they were down for the day so no problem. I told the electrician I was not going to work on that scale unless he locked out the sizer and he agreed as that was protocol for this. I was laying inside the weigh section on a piece of plywood that was 12” wide with chains running above and below me with just enough room to work. I’d just pulled the part out and getting ready to put the new one in when the sizer bumped. I flattened out in terror and then the start horn blew (which is supposed to be blown before anything is turned on) and luckily the electrician who was waiting his turn grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me out on the floor. No start happened but we both looked at the control booth and there was this jerk I’d heard about. The electrician stopped me from going up there and went himself. When he got there his lock was gone and the jerk just stared at him as he unloaded on him. I didn’t go back and flew back out the next day and never went back.