Stephen Fry
I resemble the above remark. I’ve never been nimble and will often trip over and sprain my ankle on thin air. So at work I find myself the subject of a few OHS Environment Incident forms.
Every time I scratch, twist, scrap, sprain, bruise myself out of clumsy habit it has to be detailed into one of these report mentioning how this incident occurred and how (as a workplace) we can make sure that it can’t happen again. Don’t hire klutzes? Hmmm, that’s not covered under equal opportunity laws. I could be in trouble, unless they consider klutziness a disability.
At the service desk we have tall office chairs for use at the waist-high counter. You know the sort, they have a ring of chromed tubing to rest your feet on above the five wheeled legs. Having short legs I have to give a little backwards jump to get the bum cheeks in place. Today, somehow, I missed. The chair slipped away backward, crashing into the metal trolley standing behind and me San-bottom support.
I have been told I fall very gracefully. I suggest that has to do with years of practice and that sometimes the safest place for me is on the floor. I was less than graceful today. The noise brought the attention of other staff, but by that time I’d picked myself up and looked innocently back.
“What was that?” A staff member asked.
“The chair.”
“Are you okay?” The librarian asked.
“Yep!”
“Something I should know about?” Our Occupation Health and Safety Rep asked.
“Absolutely not!”
There’s no way I’m filling out that form.
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