Still trying to figure out how I feel
I work in a distribution warehouse. There are powered industrial equipment zooming around everywhere. These suckers have no brakes (only a reverse) and can weigh as much as 3 times the weight of a normal sized car (talk about staying out of traffic!)
A guy was killed at my work on Thursday night in a tragic accident while working on the equipment. I didn't know him well, but he was only 24 and had two kids with another one on the way. This is the first fatal accident that we have suffered at my job in the 40 years that the company has been "alive". It feels like we all lost our innocence, like we all lost a family member.
Safety at work has ALWAYS been a priority on my job. Yet, now I cannot sleep. I keep on thinking about the manager on duty and how she has been hysterical ever since it happened. (Seeing severe head trauma after the guy fell 30ft WITH the equipment) She ran the shift alone. I run my shift alone. I keep on sleeping 1-2 hours to wake up in mild panic attacks. Realistically I know the odds are low of this happening again, but I have to sit and wonder if I really want/need this type of stress in my life. I dream of a job where the most life threatening aspect is if someone accidentally loses control over the stapler and it falls to the floor.
I think that the smell of bleach (from cleaning up the mess afterward) is forever going to flash me back to this.
A guy was killed at my work on Thursday night in a tragic accident while working on the equipment. I didn't know him well, but he was only 24 and had two kids with another one on the way. This is the first fatal accident that we have suffered at my job in the 40 years that the company has been "alive". It feels like we all lost our innocence, like we all lost a family member.
Safety at work has ALWAYS been a priority on my job. Yet, now I cannot sleep. I keep on thinking about the manager on duty and how she has been hysterical ever since it happened. (Seeing severe head trauma after the guy fell 30ft WITH the equipment) She ran the shift alone. I run my shift alone. I keep on sleeping 1-2 hours to wake up in mild panic attacks. Realistically I know the odds are low of this happening again, but I have to sit and wonder if I really want/need this type of stress in my life. I dream of a job where the most life threatening aspect is if someone accidentally loses control over the stapler and it falls to the floor.
I think that the smell of bleach (from cleaning up the mess afterward) is forever going to flash me back to this.