h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

>Funny, but I thought the smell of sawdust and lacquer would've been like some sort of
>stimulant for you.
I used to love it, when I was working as a carpenter (carpentress..?), but it's completely different when it's not your work!
And the industrial strength laquer they use is not the same that you'll use in your own livingroom.... You should think that the poor guys who's doing the job have a serious health problem, but the fumes doesn't set in before two hours after they''ve gone!
I really don't understand the kids that sniffs glue! It's such a horrible way to get zonked!

Through my own workings with various chemicals and breathable substances, I am well aware of the need for adequate ventilation. If you're forced to work around this work, should this not be the case? And if it be the case, should someone not alert the Occupational Health and Safety Authority or its Norwegian equivalent?

Oh yes, the rules are very strickt! The Occupational Health and Safety Authority (= Arbeidstilsynet. Neat word, eh!) have tons of regulations and laws.But theory is one thing, practice is something else... I think I've got my share of involunteraly chemical intoxication to last me a lifetime and a half! Fortunately both materials and rutines are getting better and better all the time. I remember when the new completely non-toxic wallpaper glue came. My boss was extatic!
Now even hairdressers are forced to install fans over every chair so that they won't have to breath in the chemical cr*p they put in peoples hair...
Every workplace that have ten or more employees have to have a Verneombud who see to it that the everything follows Arbeidstilsynet's regulations. The Verneombud have to go to courses and seminars to keep updated, and he/she have to report all accidents, near-accidents or other healt hazards to Arbeidstilsynet. The Verneombud is to be chosen among the employees, by the employees. (Verne=protect / take care of)

Most major industries in NZ would nominate someone for that position, probably because they're more likely to get a visit from OSH.

And I wish hairdressers would do something so I don't have to inhale 25 perfumes and pollutants every time I walk by.

It was worse in the 80's... Do you remember the perms..? There are years in my life that I really don't want foto-documented...

I've only had two hair styles: long and short.

Currently the former.

I have long hair these days too. Less mainaining, and I can do it myself...

*Looks at the clock in the corner*
Not yet lunch and I already hate this day. It's grey and dull. We're not going to be friends, this day and me.

Time has not been my ally today. If it doesn't watch out, I'll have to take it out the back and give it a damn good hiding.

It's currently pis.., er, persisting down outside, but it's also very warm. It was hot on the drive down to South Taranaki today, I had foolishly chosen not to take my coat off, and if I wound the windows down I wouldn't have heard the stereo.

Parent's konferece with brat's teacher at 14:15. Just to hear what a good kid I've got. Again. As if I didn't know that already!
And all I really want in life today is to go down to the pub and have a or ten..
The painter have laquered the room right under where I sit now. My braincells are dying by the millions...

From what - lacquering the room or lacquering yourself? *hic*

I don't like being laquerred, not when I want to be plastered...

No, I went to the meeting, then home and made dinner, and then I went straight to bed and zonked out. I feel much better today.
This morning the painter arrived at half past seven, and managed to trip the burglar alarm...Fortunately it was all over by the time I strolled in.
Today my boss is here, sitting right behind me, so I can't stay on HooToo so much today...

Now I have to call my mother. My Dad and she is on holiday in The Canary Islands /Spain, and Dad had to go to hospital last night.
I'm a tad worried..<

Here's hoping it's just too much paella.

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Talked to Mom. Sounds more like bleeding ulcers...

I'm sorry to hear that. B.

Will he have to stay in hospital long?

I won't know until tonight, when she calls back. G*d I hate this! There's a possibility that he gets sendt home in an air-ambulance. We'll just wait and see.Fortunately my parents have some good friends with them down there so they're not all alone.

His blood count was low, so he must have been bleeding for a long time.
Damn it.
Sorry.

You have nothing to be sorry about, B.

So how did your Dad go over the weekend?

*Finally manages to get a respons from the slooow server..*

News on my Dad: The tests said that it wasn't one big ulcer, it was a couple of dusin tiny ulcers... He's been given medicine and the ulcers are closing fine.They are letting him out of the hospital today, but there's no flights before Wednesday. We are negotiating with the insurance company to get him home by air ambulance because we are worried about his heart. They have taken away his heart medicine and we are afraid what will happen if he sits in a cramped charter flight. Sometimes his heart just slows and stops.

It's total chaos at w*rk, so I went out for lunch today. They are sanding the floor in the office right over my head..
The noice is unbelievable!

Had our first snowfall last night, just enough to make my walk to w*rk quite hazardious... (Did I make a new word again?)

Hazardious - adj. quality of, or being hazardy.

You're building up quite a lexicon there, B. The Dictionary According to Bumblebee.

It's nice to see the insurance company, you're paying your hard-earned krone to, so keen to help you out. I hope the negotiations don't last for too long after your father gets back to Norway...

I don't trust insurance companies further than I can throw them...

Tell me about the spring, has it come yet? I'm freezing my a*s off here! This morning, the two hundred steps of stairs from my house to the road was covered with steel hard, slippery ice. This is one of the things about winter I really really hates. The pretty frosted trees doesn't have a chance to make up for it.