The broken swing
Wolf Lieff
Once upon a time, at my workplace, we were looking for a way to make the workplace alive and thriving to ward off boredom. Our maintenance team suggested building swings where employees can hang out and relax. It was a brilliant idea, but in my own little way, I suggested we go for other sporting items; however, the majority carried the vote when it was put to a vote.
Some of the reasons other staff accepted the idea were to cut costs and allow the maintenance team to showcase their talent, which wasn’t a bad idea.
At that juncture, I sounded a warning like that lonely voice in the wilderness, urging everybody to wear protective gadgets before using the swing. We agreed and called it a day at that employee engagement session.
Prince Beguin
Afterwards, the requisition came and passed through the approval process. Materials were purchased, and the maintenance team built three swings, which were placed around the canteen environment. It was commissioned for use by all employees during break.
One day, while I was in my office with some colleagues, I heard noises. When I came out, I saw an employee on the floor with a cut on the leg. I asked again what had happened, and all of them pointed to the swing and echoed, “The broken swing.”
Saulhm
Further interrogation confirmed the swing got broken while they were using it and wounded that individual. The employee was taken to our clinic and attended to. While I declared those swings out of bounds for the staff.
If you were in my shoes, how would you manage the situation? What would be your reaction?
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