Tuesday, February 01, 2011
At this time last year, I was taking safety courses in anticipation of my misguided attempt to work for a contractor inside a refinery. Even though I was only going to be working inside a condemned trailer doing data entry, I still had to be safety certified. The classes and testing lasted longer than my entire refinery working experience.
Part of the safety orientation involved heights. It didn't matter that I was never going to be higher than my 5 foot 4 inch height. I still had to take the class and the test if I was going to be working inside the plant.
I do not like heights. That's putting it mildly. I hate heights. Worse than my fear of heights is my fear of falling off of heights.
I can promise you with every fiber of my being that I will never, never, never do this...