It’s not my job
I was traveling to Toronto this afternoon.
The direct flight from Bradley to Pearson International on the de Havilland Dash 8 (yes…it’s small) drops you off at the satellite terminal, requiring you to take a shuttle bus to the main terminal.
During my trip on that shuttle this afternoon we were rounding a rather ‘blind’ turn, with chain link fencing on one side and concrete barriers on the other, and came upon a large ladder lying in the middle of the roadway.
Our bus driver scooted past it without [apparently] giving it much thought. There was a van behind us. He didn’t stop either. Two pickup trucks passed us going in the opposite direction, each swerving slightly to avoid the ladder. Nobody stopped to get the ladder out of the road. Apparently, it wasn’t their job.
It looked like quite a safety hazard to me. I was thinking (to myself of course), “SOMEBODY needs to stop and get the FREAKIN’ ladder out of the road!” But at the moment, I was apparently the only one.
So whose job is it to eliminate safety hazards anyway?
Whose job is it to identify and get rid of traps, and waste, and latent organizational weaknesses (what I like to call ’landmines’)?
It’s yours. It’s mine. It’s ours.
It’s evening now as I write this. I hope it was SOMEBODY’S job to get that ladder out of the road before it got completely dark!
For freedom from error,
Tim
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