Boredom at its best.

It is about 10:30 and I am at my consultation. The equipment does the work once I get it started, so I pretty much sit here and wait. To pass the time I usually read a book or catch up on my safety and health magazines. Lucky me today though—I forgot to bring anything! Luckily I did bring my laptop, so I at least have that to fall back on. This now means that I am going to be doing anything in my power to keep myself busy, and that includes doing some blogging. It has been a few days since my last post, so it is about time I got around to doing some more.

No update to be made about my love life—it is still as dead as usual. Though, it was nice to see that Oncee thinks that I am hot. Thanks for the ego-boost!

Plans for the mystery party are coming along and I am growing more excited each day. I went out last night to find some rubber snakes for my hair and was sorely disappointed with the selection. I bought one small bag of about 12 snakes at the dollar store, but I really need some others. These are pretty small, 6-8 inches long and pretty skinny. I would like to find some just slightly larger and then weave both into my hair that night. I went to Wal-mart and they had some that were even smaller than the ones that I bought and others that were way too big to try to attach to my head. So, my quest for snakes will continue.

Geez, this is going to be an even longer day than what I was expecting. I just had a guy ask me to quote him a textbook definition of a respirator. I am sorry, but I have more important things on my mind (such as when to use what respirators to protect workers), than what the textbook definition of a respirator is. I gave him my answer, which he wasn’t happy with, so he began to go into a long tirade as to what the “official” definition is and why dust masks should not be considered respirators. My answer to him was that whether they meet his “official” definition or not, they meet OSHA’s definition, so that is what he must comply with. Needless to say, he wasn’t happy with that answer. I guess he wanted me to change OSHA’s standard, something that it takes an act of Congress, and pretty much an act of God, to do. I understand his frustration, I really do. But, my job is to make sure that he complies with OSHA standards, whether he agrees with them or not. What a frustrating situation to be in!!! He was arguing his point like he really thought that I would say to him, “No, what OSHA says doesn’t matter—do whatever you like.” It would be different if I was a compliance officer and he was trying to get out of a citation. But he invited me in and then attacked me!

Okay, enough about that. It is so annoying when things like that happen. I guess I can be happy that it gives me something to do though!