Steelworker automation technician. As I'm typing this with my dirty and 'blackened' hands, I'm in my office having a warmed-up bowl of spaghetti and that elusive 2nd cup of coffee. I notice the make-shift, 3-day-old, (now black) air filter on the return HVAC duct and the surrounding dirt on my desk and phone. I'm sitting here in my hardhat, safety glasses, Metatarsal shoes, flame/heat resistant-Arc Flash pants and shirt, with air filter mask and hearing protection' straps strung around my neck.
Beside me is the latest published list of employees killed at my location since the beginning of this plant. It is four pages of single-lined spaced names, their department, their years of service and date killed. There must be a couple hundred or so. Now days, each week I'm 'e-mailed' a fatality report from our corporate safety division about a co-worker that was killed in an accident, (we are a larger company now so the number of events have increased).
Outside the false security of this office and all around me, molten steel is being poured and cast into slabs. Fork lifts are wizzing around and EOT cranes with loads that weigh more that a semi-truck are passing overhead. Down the roadway a couple hundred yards are multiple chlorine tanks used to treat process water and across the ore yard are several blastfurnaces ready to spew thousands of PPM of carbon monoxide in the form of blastfurnace gas if someone 'slips up' or a piece of equipment fails.
Co-workers are stressed to no end, working 16 hour days, many 6~7 days a week for more than two years now. One mechanic millwright fellow only took two days from his schedule last year to marry off his daughter! My personal limit is 12 hours a day during the winter, less during the summer (to ride the bike of course) unless there's a work related emergency. I've half-jokingly pleaded with more than one person to give me 5 minutes of advanced notice before they start shooting. Most guys that I've heard that choose to end their life, do so away from work, either CO in the garage, hanging, or running into a tree or pole on the way home. Occassionally at work though, someone will 'fall' off of some high structure and believe me there is no shortage of them here! Somehow I've dodged the bullet with little more than a herniated disk, a few cuts and bruises, and a twisted ankle, from doing "too much". An occassional pain and ache now and again reminds me of my mis-spent youth taken risks in the steel industry for 31 years. :glare: