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I worked one summer at the same factory as my dad. One day I was operating a cutting machine and my dad came by because I wasn't wearing any safety equipment. He suggested (not told) to wear the gear but I refused because no one else uses it. He said thats fine, it's my choice but he suggested I walk around the factory floor and count how many workers had all their fingers. I put on the safety equipment. Later on while having lunch with the two other guys in our area I noticed both were missing fingers.
I worked for less than a week at a cedar shake and shingles mill: it takes trees and cuts them into fat shingles.
I was promoted when the guy above me put the pneumatic splitter through his hand.
The guy above my new position near-missed with a band saw: it bit into his arm but only about a millimeter.
On day three a cut saw operator lost the last joint of three fingers.
I told the foreman I was leaving. He nodded in understanding.
I actually, um...may not have any of the guards on my table saw for months now.
How many fingers have you lost in that time?
At what point would a smack to the head be warranted to prevent harm?
You dad did the right thing, but dang. I suggest you don’t make dance tik toks next to this active tree size buzz saw.