Troy,
The short and honest answer:
In this country, fear and ignorance are not a sound foundation for anything except litigation. And therein lies the answer to many questions of the universe, such as why we have "Caution-Hot" warnings on cups of coffee.
Essentially, if a given ambulance-chaser can whip up a good enough sob story to sway 12 people (who each lack formal radiation protection training), then the price tag on the resultant verdict is gonna cut
DEEP. From whence, springs the corporate fear of public fear and ignorance. And out of that corporate fear is borne their desire to CYA - indeed, in our litigious society, even their
need to CYA.
*That* is the real 'origin of the species' regarding several of the protection
(?) practices currently in place. Is it an ideal system? or an ideal way to model a system? Hell, no. But to employ anything different in today's society is to risk getting yourself sued out of corporate existence.
So getting back a little closer to the central topic of this particular thread, I think that there really should be at least some documentation (even if it's just a single line or two in a log entry) whenever there's a PCE, even on modesties. Otherwise, Worker X goes home after shift and complains to his/her spouse about the whole rigamaroll getting out of the RCA because they found contamination on his/her ____ (fill in the blank). Worker X's spouse just happens to be the cousin of some lawyer/reporter/congressional aide/etc., and next thing you know Somebody
(with a capital "S
") is querying the company about the event - and the company doesn't have any record at all of what took place. The only evidence the company would have in that case comes down to an eye-witness recollection of the HP Tech who happened to process nine hundred thousand other people outta the RCA during that shift. (Not exactly a legal defense posture that the shareholders would be happy with.)
So all rambling aside, risk-based
radiological protection has been overshadowed considerably by risk-based
legal protection.
It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world...
