When the automatisms you acquired during your job are invading your private life.

When i was an intern in a big store, i had to fight against the reflex of storing the shelves during my own shopping sessions.

  • BlueSquid0741@lemmy.sdf.org
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    26 days ago

    Going out to pubs and pointing out all the missing or lacking essential safety measures.

    Going pretty much anywhere and talking about the breaches of electrical safety requirements.

    In airports and explaining all the ways they aren’t complying with safety regulations. And now that I don’t work in an airport anymore I don’t know what to do with all that VERY specific knowledge.

    • MonkeMischief@lemmy.today
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      25 days ago

      I don’t know what to do with all that VERY specific knowledge.

      Anonymously tip it to regulating authorities?

      Or the news, to force a resolution and get some amusement?

      Maybe I’m too much of a keyboard vigilante lol…

      • BlueSquid0741@lemmy.sdf.org
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        24 days ago

        These aren’t unknown things. Airports are taken very seriously, and they work closely with regulators.

        But especially when you’ve worked in a high reliability airport, you can’t help when you travel to others and notice where they’re falling behind, things they haven’t done yet. Etc.

  • southsamurai@sh.itjust.works
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    26 days ago

    Checking people over.

    Used to be a nurse’s assistant, among other jobs. So I have the unnerving habit of eyeballing everyone I know and asking them questions when they show even a hint of difficulty.

    I see something on their arm, I’m likely to be reaching for them before I stop to think to ask permission. Luckily, I don’t do it with strangers because I hate touching or being touched when I don’t know the person, but it gets plenty of eye rolls from the people I do know lol.

    Skin check!

    Oh, I see you holding your belly, when did you last move your bowels?

    Then again, some of them are fine with it.

    My buddy, Spider, the last time he had a big party, he showed up the next day, said he went a little crazy, stood up and whipped out his dick. It was abraded, but otherwise intact and with no signs of infection. And yes, before I could stop myself, I was leaning forward and looking closely.

    Because it was Spider, he wiggled it at me and said, in a squeaky little voice “hello Mr sasquatch, do you want a kees?”

    I love that guy, but I slapped his balls for that one