Chrissy

When the alarming standard threshold shift (STS) data appeared in my email, it was impossible to ignore. A single department was experiencing a massively disproportionate number of STS —meaning these employees have some kind of noise induced hearing loss that was not reversible. Usually, employees were given their annual hearing

In 2020, the pandemic hit, and I found myself working directly with the EHS VP to help maintain the continuance of business by implementing measures to prevent employees from getting infected (at least at work). I spent countless late nights reading, analyzing, and translating dense COVID-19 guidance, extensive journal

In the industrial world, the fire alarm is often treated less like a harbinger of doom and more like a paid, annoying break in the day. During our 'semi-occasional' fire drills (I'm being generous) — usually triggered when the local fire department realized they were behind

During my stint as the environmental supervisor, I inherited a seemingly insignificant piece of equipment that would eventually trigger a skirmish: the trailer park meter. It simply measured the water the company was extracting from the local trailer park so it could be billed accurately. Every week, like clockwork, I

The city was just beginning to thaw from the most recent ice storm. It was the annual, catastrophic snowstorm—the kind that paralyzes the entire grid because the entire metroplex has one snow plow and limited bags of kitty liter. But the real disaster was not the weather. It was

Every Wednesday morning, my illustrious, long-winded EHS manager hosted a mandatory team meeting. In reality, it was more of a weekly hostage situation. I dreaded those mornings. Out of an allotted sixty minutes, he routinely spent exactly fifty-six of them giving a monologue about EHS plans and happenings