Imagine, gentlemen, if you will, a perfect storm of poor judgement, stupidity and bad conditions that led to about 2 inches being the difference between a 'Holy S**t! WTF was that!?' and an OSHA recordable.
A crew of form carpenters is forming a fairly substantial slab. It's
3 pm on a Friday, and the crew is winding down, getting ready for their weekend. As the last few form boards are getting set, one of the crew members measures the remainder on the form, and calls it out to the "cut man."Sawhorses? Nah, those are all the way over there. He props the 2x10 on a steel shoring beam that is about gut height. Wait, don't want the saw to catch THAT. So, he moves the form board over onto a more yielding surface: a stack of 2x3x3-foot stakes (sitting atop the shoring beam). About halfway through the cut, apparently one of the saw teeth caught one of the stakes, because it shot out across the workzone at a pretty considerable rate of speed. Had it not hit one of the other workers (the pointy end) a glancing blow on the shoulder, I'm sure it would have traveled 30 feet before hitting the ground. 2 inches to the right, and that guy would be in the hospital with a 3- foot form stake sticking out of his neck. All of this literally right in front of the foreman and the PM, who were having a discussion while looking out over the site. Nothing was said, no reprimand, nothing.
I'm so glad I'm outside the chain of command here.
Phil