Aug 21, 2006 11:00
I seriously think I have a fear of knives now. A couple weeks ago at work, I had an accident with a brand new knife with a rilly sharp blade. I misjudged the length of the blade as I took it out of the wall-mounted sheath, it fell, and the handle bounced and it fell on my hand, cutting two of my fingers. Not extremely deep, but plenty blood.
It didn't seem like a particulary traumatic experience at the time. Yesterday though, while back at work, I had taken out the very same knife that hath sliced my chubby digits, took one look at the blade, and felt my HEART SKIP. MY HEART, SKIP. I am also uncomfortably aware of positions that I hold where my fingers are elongated and lying out in open areas. As soon as I realize where my fingers are, all out it the open, I just think "OH GOD" and immediately retract them.
I hope this does not end up like some movie where a knife blade is peeking out from underneath my bed one night. I don't know.
I start back at the Lakewood Aladdin's in a week. Corporate took over the Middleburg store almost a month ago. Everyone wants to transfer or leave, seeing that it's likely they may close the store anyways for not being profitable enough. I was explaining to everyone how this situation reminded me of when BLOOM COUNTY changed to OUTLAND, but nobody knew what I was talking about. Bunch of uncultured retards.