Chrissy

It was a contract year—the season when the air in the plant turns thick with resentment and the "good fight" begins. The union was digging in, fighting for more PTO, more overtime, and lower premiums, I presume. This time the situation turned desperate, even dangerous. There were

One lovely Thursday, the phone did not just ring; it may me jump. My intuition was peaked for some reason. On the other end was a voice from one of our sister sites, frantic and thin with terror. They told me there was a fire. A 'great wall of

One lovely Tuesday morning, I walked into bathroom to conduct my business, but that plan was shattered when I ran into the intern. I found her in the bathroom— the one who walked in every morning with "bright eyes and bright smile" and healthy dose of optimism. Now,

Lazy Louis was a man who took up a lot of space. He had a big physical presence and an even bigger ego. His pants; however, did not match his ego. His pants were typically two sizes too small which highlighted a specific body part. (I still have PTSD from

In the corporate world, there is typically a specific kind of sting reserved for being the "other" department. We watched from the sidelines as our VP’s favorite team (she did have other responsibilities)—the one she actually seemed to value—plastered social media with photos from bougie

In the world of Industrial Hygiene, you don’t just manage chemical safety and sampling plans; you manage deep-seated, generational friction. Early in my career, that friction had a name: the Union Safety Representative. He was a man who lived and breathed skepticism. To him, I represented the company. He