My Finger + A Boxcutter = Trouble
This is why I don't like to work. It's dangerous.
So, a big part of my job is opening mail with a boxcutter. Today I was slashing along like usual when for some reason I cut down without looking. All of a sudden, it's like "Okay, when I cut an envelope, it's not suposed to hurt like that." I looked down to find that somehow I had managed to slice the end of my finger off. Yup, I cut a chuck from behind the fingernail of my left index finger just like that.
I ran into the bathroom and rinsed it out right away, then walked up to my mom (who works with me). I was like, "Mom...I just cut the end of my finger off." So she starts freaking out and drags me back into the bothroom and looks at it. It's gushing blood and we're trying to figure out if I can just put bandaids on it or if it needs stitches, so she drags me into the lunch room and asks our boss. She says just bandaids will be fine.
So I wash it out (and it hurts like heck) then sit for a while in my mom's cubicle pressing gauze to it. I was so embarrased because people kept walking by and going, "How's the finger?" Mom kept saying how people had done it before and that one guy had sliced down his arm and had to be driven to the hospital.
Anyway, the bleeding eventually slowed down, and Mom put like five bandaids around my finger as tight as she could. I was like, "Great, now instead of bleeding, my finger will just turn green and fall off." Plus it's so hard to type! This post has taken me like three times as long as it usually would to write.
So, to make a long story short, I learned my lesson: Look before you slash.
P.S. What does it say about me that my first though after convincing myself that I wasn't going to bleed to death was, "'Hey, now I'll finally have something interesting to post on my LiveJournal!"?
Oh, hold on a minute... That reminds me. *rummages through icon bin* Ah, here it is!
<---appropriate!icon is appropriate XD (Sorry, dunno who made this. If you recognize it, you know what to do.)
So, a big part of my job is opening mail with a boxcutter. Today I was slashing along like usual when for some reason I cut down without looking. All of a sudden, it's like "Okay, when I cut an envelope, it's not suposed to hurt like that." I looked down to find that somehow I had managed to slice the end of my finger off. Yup, I cut a chuck from behind the fingernail of my left index finger just like that.
I ran into the bathroom and rinsed it out right away, then walked up to my mom (who works with me). I was like, "Mom...I just cut the end of my finger off." So she starts freaking out and drags me back into the bothroom and looks at it. It's gushing blood and we're trying to figure out if I can just put bandaids on it or if it needs stitches, so she drags me into the lunch room and asks our boss. She says just bandaids will be fine.
So I wash it out (and it hurts like heck) then sit for a while in my mom's cubicle pressing gauze to it. I was so embarrased because people kept walking by and going, "How's the finger?" Mom kept saying how people had done it before and that one guy had sliced down his arm and had to be driven to the hospital.
Anyway, the bleeding eventually slowed down, and Mom put like five bandaids around my finger as tight as she could. I was like, "Great, now instead of bleeding, my finger will just turn green and fall off." Plus it's so hard to type! This post has taken me like three times as long as it usually would to write.
So, to make a long story short, I learned my lesson: Look before you slash.
P.S. What does it say about me that my first though after convincing myself that I wasn't going to bleed to death was, "'Hey, now I'll finally have something interesting to post on my LiveJournal!"?
Oh, hold on a minute... That reminds me. *rummages through icon bin* Ah, here it is!
<---appropriate!icon is appropriate XD (Sorry, dunno who made this. If you recognize it, you know what to do.)