what an ironic way to get injured
so i'm sure i'll be dead before summer ends. why's that you ask? because i seem to hurt myself at work every day. yesterday i dropped a pallet on my finger trying to help my manager move it. nothing broke. nothing serious. just fucking killed! and today, i was talking to a customer and said "have a good
day" as he was leaving and he said "as long as i'm upright its a good day" and i laughed, and walked out from behind the counter and then my ankle collapsed and i fell on my hands and knees. spraining my ankle. thats the third time for old lefty. (the name of my ankle). i proceeded to work the rest of my 8 hour shift not realizing just how bad my ankle was until i got home. so maybe this means i won't have to work 11 days in a row. YAY.
other than stories about work, ghostface has pretty much got nothin. sorry peeps. life is dry right now.
day" as he was leaving and he said "as long as i'm upright its a good day" and i laughed, and walked out from behind the counter and then my ankle collapsed and i fell on my hands and knees. spraining my ankle. thats the third time for old lefty. (the name of my ankle). i proceeded to work the rest of my 8 hour shift not realizing just how bad my ankle was until i got home. so maybe this means i won't have to work 11 days in a row. YAY.
other than stories about work, ghostface has pretty much got nothin. sorry peeps. life is dry right now.