Jul 21, 2010 22:37
At around 10 am, I heard the sound of shattering glass. I didn't think it was a big deal until I heard some worried mumbling in Spanish. By the time I got to the kitchen, our Salvadorean janitor, Daniel, was standing over a large trash can trying to staunch a serious flow of blood from his arm. Turns out he had tried to catch a mug that slipped from the top shelf; it ended up breaking and badly cutting his upper arm and wrist. Everyone in the office, save me and another colleague, was in a meeting, so I got to be the one running around frantically searching for a non-existent First Aid kit (oh wouldn't the press love to get a hold of that story?) and finally dialing 911.
It's amazing how God works things out. I had considered working from home (I could see the sun, no long commute, access to the Krispy Kreme donuts my sis and I bought yesterday, etc.) - but I turned out to be the only person around who could respond. And thank God I don't faint at the sight of blood.
Conclusions of the day: I need a refresher course on First Aid. And Spanish.