Guess how I sliced my hand open today?
Apr. 1st, 2011 08:26 pmA. Masturbating
B. My cat
C. Freak papercut accident
D. Helping a little old lady
Believe it or not, it's D. I'm helping one of the free sample ladies at my store lower a sign when the post I'm pushing on jets down and scraps my hand on the O-ring. In one pass, I get two gashes on the heel of my hand and a nick on my pinky. Then there's that one moment, you know, with the white flaps of skin and you're waiting to see if your blood fsshes out like in an anime. And yup, blood, welling.
I patch it up with my store's first-aid kit, ignoring the fact that said kit has only one Band-Aid and it's one of those with the little business end that is possibly meant to cover up the hole left by a splinter after you plier it out. But I put in a good half-day before the Band-Aid starts falling off the throbbing minus-chunk in my hand. Then I go to my manager and I'm like "Wow, I'm really hurt bad *hint hint*." And I feel this is where, as the boss, it's incumbent on you to at least offer for someone to go home. Don't make them bring it up. But all I get is "If you're going to work with fresh food, be sure to put a glove on."
Which chain store do I work at, you ask? A major one.
I can actually see the cut in my hand from the side. It's like a little ditch.
B. My cat
C. Freak papercut accident
D. Helping a little old lady
Believe it or not, it's D. I'm helping one of the free sample ladies at my store lower a sign when the post I'm pushing on jets down and scraps my hand on the O-ring. In one pass, I get two gashes on the heel of my hand and a nick on my pinky. Then there's that one moment, you know, with the white flaps of skin and you're waiting to see if your blood fsshes out like in an anime. And yup, blood, welling.
I patch it up with my store's first-aid kit, ignoring the fact that said kit has only one Band-Aid and it's one of those with the little business end that is possibly meant to cover up the hole left by a splinter after you plier it out. But I put in a good half-day before the Band-Aid starts falling off the throbbing minus-chunk in my hand. Then I go to my manager and I'm like "Wow, I'm really hurt bad *hint hint*." And I feel this is where, as the boss, it's incumbent on you to at least offer for someone to go home. Don't make them bring it up. But all I get is "If you're going to work with fresh food, be sure to put a glove on."
Which chain store do I work at, you ask? A major one.
I can actually see the cut in my hand from the side. It's like a little ditch.