Sweet Catastrophe

I never used to be accident prone before I moved to Valdosta. That changed. I’ve had my only 3 ever broken bones since I’ve lived in Valdosta!

This older customer last night was making fun of our crappy box cutters until I showed him the scar on my finger from a few months ago. If the tip of my blade hadn’t been chipped off, I’d have done some real damage, but it just scratched me up enough to leave a really faint scar.

Not 3 customers later, I sliced my finger open on a piece of sheet metal I was scanning. I didn’t even feel it until I moved my finger! It stung like I don’t know what and I looked down just as blood started dripping from my finger. It took us forever to find the first aid kit down in Lumber, but there was no way I was leaving that bad boy open. It bled freely for a really long time and it’s really dirty down in Lumber. I’d rather not have my finger fall off, thanks.

It actually stung really bad when I was washing my hands last night after work too. It’s such a thin cut, I can’t really tell how deep it is. I just know it still hurts, and looks like one good pop on the side of my desk or something would have it flowing again.

Think papercut–only with metal lol.

Today marks the end of my work week and it damn it’s been a rough one. I’m off work tomorrow so I’m apprehensive to find what kind of little accident awaits for me at work tonight. I’m thinking tonight might finally be the night I get knocked out with a 4X4. That would be interesting…