Every now and again I look at a situation and go 'Hmmm'.
Here's one I experienced that makes perfect sense but, then again, 'Hmmm'.
Perhaps @BillConnerFASTC will chime in with a sensibly elegant code perspective.
Don't get me wrong here, I can see the situation from both sides but ... then ... Hmmm...
Example:
Your on a construction site building a brand new venue from the foundations of the third basement below grade to the attic above the coves, booths and fourth balcony; 14 levels in total.
It goes without saying that construction safety is important with no one desiring to be hurt, maimed, killed or sued.
As you're getting higher and higher with the potential for falling further and further, the fall protection demands become stricter and stricter with more eyes watching for even the most minor infractions.
Let's say I want to send brief test tones and polarity confirmations from all mic and line-level lines on the faces of every balcony using small, light weight, portable battery powered test devices.
Picking numbers out of the air purely for example.
On the first (lowest) balcony, I'm not permitted to go closer than the third row of seating from the edge without full fall protection: Rated safety lines, rated adjustable grips for the lines, rated deceleration lanyards and a serious harness. (We utilized a harness called a "sit harness" to sit comfortably over the various levels of rails while installing and wiring the connectors during our installation phase)
As my arms aren't long enough to perform simple continuity tests from beyond three rows back, I'm required to supply, rig and utilize the full wank protection gear even to the extent of re-rigging my attachment points as I move across the width of the rail.
I complete my testing on the first balcony and move on up to the second balcony. Perhaps I now need to be in my full safety gear to venture closer than five rows.
You can see where this is going.
I move up to the third balcony and need to be secured seven rows back.
I finally reach the fourth, highest, balcony and, you guessed it nine rows back.
Remember: All I want to do is walk the width of the various rails briefly plugging in portable, hand-held, devices as I go.
O.K., I get it. It only takes a moment to fall, safety is important and law suites are costly.
Fast-forward a few weeks and it's grand opening night.
Society's most elegant attend dressed in their finest, some choosing sensible seats with sight-lines in mind and others selecting seating more suitable for 'being seen' rather than seeing scenes.
[You know the types, I'm sure no further explanations are required.]
Now, again mere weeks later, it's acceptable for ladies in long gowns completely covering their spiked heals, to walk down the most steeply raked aisles in the venue wearing their contacts rather than being caught in a photo op' while wearing their horned rimmed tri-focals.
Here's what's making me go Hmmm! (Yeah, I'm finally there.)
I walk around the building in my steel toes for a couple of years. My feet and I have become familiar with every inch of the place.
A few weeks later, a lady who's never entered the venue before, is now permitted to venture to the aisles' ends, look over and take in the grandeur simply because she purchased a ticket, has the stub in her hand [And her husband's not close enough to push her over.]
I sorta kinda understand this but it still MAKES ME GO HMMM!?
Mr. Bill (@BillConnerFASTC ) Perhaps you'd contribute a few explanatory / informative / educational lines?
Toodleoo!
Ron Hebbard. [If this post vaporizes when I hit send . . . ]
Here's one I experienced that makes perfect sense but, then again, 'Hmmm'.
Perhaps @BillConnerFASTC will chime in with a sensibly elegant code perspective.
Don't get me wrong here, I can see the situation from both sides but ... then ... Hmmm...
Example:
Your on a construction site building a brand new venue from the foundations of the third basement below grade to the attic above the coves, booths and fourth balcony; 14 levels in total.
It goes without saying that construction safety is important with no one desiring to be hurt, maimed, killed or sued.
As you're getting higher and higher with the potential for falling further and further, the fall protection demands become stricter and stricter with more eyes watching for even the most minor infractions.
Let's say I want to send brief test tones and polarity confirmations from all mic and line-level lines on the faces of every balcony using small, light weight, portable battery powered test devices.
Picking numbers out of the air purely for example.
On the first (lowest) balcony, I'm not permitted to go closer than the third row of seating from the edge without full fall protection: Rated safety lines, rated adjustable grips for the lines, rated deceleration lanyards and a serious harness. (We utilized a harness called a "sit harness" to sit comfortably over the various levels of rails while installing and wiring the connectors during our installation phase)
As my arms aren't long enough to perform simple continuity tests from beyond three rows back, I'm required to supply, rig and utilize the full wank protection gear even to the extent of re-rigging my attachment points as I move across the width of the rail.
I complete my testing on the first balcony and move on up to the second balcony. Perhaps I now need to be in my full safety gear to venture closer than five rows.
You can see where this is going.
I move up to the third balcony and need to be secured seven rows back.
I finally reach the fourth, highest, balcony and, you guessed it nine rows back.
Remember: All I want to do is walk the width of the various rails briefly plugging in portable, hand-held, devices as I go.
O.K., I get it. It only takes a moment to fall, safety is important and law suites are costly.
Fast-forward a few weeks and it's grand opening night.
Society's most elegant attend dressed in their finest, some choosing sensible seats with sight-lines in mind and others selecting seating more suitable for 'being seen' rather than seeing scenes.
[You know the types, I'm sure no further explanations are required.]
Now, again mere weeks later, it's acceptable for ladies in long gowns completely covering their spiked heals, to walk down the most steeply raked aisles in the venue wearing their contacts rather than being caught in a photo op' while wearing their horned rimmed tri-focals.
Here's what's making me go Hmmm! (Yeah, I'm finally there.)
I walk around the building in my steel toes for a couple of years. My feet and I have become familiar with every inch of the place.
A few weeks later, a lady who's never entered the venue before, is now permitted to venture to the aisles' ends, look over and take in the grandeur simply because she purchased a ticket, has the stub in her hand [And her husband's not close enough to push her over.]
I sorta kinda understand this but it still MAKES ME GO HMMM!?
Mr. Bill (@BillConnerFASTC ) Perhaps you'd contribute a few explanatory / informative / educational lines?
Toodleoo!
Ron Hebbard. [If this post vaporizes when I hit send . . . ]
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