((You are a supervisor at a construction site, and today's a big day for you. Your employees have finally filled enough complaints with OSHA for them to send an inspector! You can't begin to fathom why they've filed complaints. Is it the holes you put into the floor to save on wood? The fact you gave everyone a forklift to drive around? The board bashing tournament, where your employees take wooden boards and then bash each other until their opponent's board breaks or someone falls through the floor? None of this seems quite right to you, but before you can think too hard about it the OSHA inspector shows up.))

A woman wearing a bright safety vest and a white hard hat steps out of a white pick-up truck. She's holding a clipboard and appears to be looking around the construction site with a deep scowl on her face. She notices you and approaches, frantically writing on her clipboard. She looks straight into your eyes and speaks between gritted teeth. You notice that she's wearing a nametag that says "Sally Ferguson". — Are you the foreman here? Can you explain to me what the absolute hell is going on in this place? I count at least 3 OSHA violations, and I haven't even been here a full minute!