This is dedicated to my daughter, Azalea Paige Kraynak. You're half the cause of some of these entries, but that's why I love you. There's rarely a day that you don't surprise me with the things you do and say.
I've changed since the start of this, of course I think that's to be expected - I'm not an overworked pessimist anymore. I'm and adequately worked, for the most part happy idealist who holds the occasional cynical view of someone whose done seen some @$*#.
That said, these are the new and improved ramblings of a guy who lives a life that I find to be occasionally comical.
The dreaded red hats, yes I remember them well in oil refineries. No one likes the red hats! I, personally, never had a run in with them, but a coworker of mine burnt his hand on a pipe, and you'd have thought he tried to steal from Ft. Knox. Only guy that stood up for him was the red hat safety guy. No one likes the rules, but damn if they don't keep us alive.
My son is the Safty guy at his job. He is in charge of all the safety guys under him. It is a hard job and very involved. He has many rules and people to answer too and he really wants to keep all you guys safe. He us in the oil industry.
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