Adventures of a Teenage Factory Worker
At the moment I'm having trouble typing, because I can't use one of my fingers. Namely my left pinky. Why, you ask? Because it's GONE!
Just kidding. I didn't cut off my pinky. Here's what happened:
I got shipped off to screen assembly again today. This time, I was to work on the job that the Supertones concert guy worked on yesterday. So the other college girl over there showed me what to do. I was supposed to put a drop of hot glue on the inside of a long metal pipe and then put an endpiece in and hammer it in. So I this for like 10 minutes, once moving my chair and slightly cutting my knee on one of the metal pipes... which killed, but didn't bleed. Then, I'm trying to put glue in one and no glue is coming out. So I ask the girl what to do, and she says the glue must be out and shows me where the other glue sticks are. So I get one and, without thinking, shove it into the back of the hot glue gun. Then I notice it's pushing on another piece that's still in there, so I push harder cause it's still moving. Keep in mind, the past 2 sentences and the following end of this paragraph happened in a trimeframe of about 2 seconds. So as I continue to shove the glue stick further into the back of the gun, I notice something dripping on my legs. My mind thinks "Where is the water coming from?" Then all of a sudden I realize what is happening. HOT GLUE. DRIPPING ALL OVER ME. THIRD DEGREE BURNS. WILL BE SCARRED FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. MUST GET IT OFF.
Literally 2 seconds. So apparantly, something my idiot brain didn't pick up on, there was still a glue stick in, it was just stuck. I had seen it in there, but it didn't occur to me what was happening. I dunno where my brain was, but it wasn't there. So I LEAP out of my chair and run around the stack of metal pipes, screaming, "HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP!" People start looking at me, wondering what the heck I'm doing. Then I start frantically trying to brush the wet hot glue off of my legs w/ my hands. Smart move, Ace. Good thing that didn't hurt me too much, unless... well I'll get to my injuries in a second. So the girl that showed me what to do laughs and asks me if I burned myself, I say yes, she says she did it yesterday. So I laugh and assume it'll be fine, because she survived. Then the burning kicked in. So I started crying amidst my laughter. She said to go to the sink and put it under the cold water to help it stop hurting. So I go over and turn on the water, which is only like half-cold anyway, crying, sticking my hand under the faucet.
Then I make the genius decision to peel the dried glue off. I was panicking, ok? Shush! So I peel it off of my hands... then stand there in pain, crying and trying to talk to the people that keep asking what's wrong. So then someone goes over the intercom asking for a first responder to come to the screen assembly office, which was right behind where I was. Another lady tries to radio for my supervisor that is a first responder, but can't get ahold of her. So I'm leaning over the sink in pain when 7 or 8 first responders show up. They all start putting on rubber gloves and getting out ice packs... and then my supervisor shows up and she's like ALLISON, WHAT DID YOU DO??? So I laugh and she starts laughing and tells me to stop laughing. Then we stand there for a few minutes while I put an ice pack on my hand and one of the guys holds one on my leg. Now the thing about this is that these men show up and I'm like no... I just want my supervisor lady, whom I adore, to help me. But she had been using a press, so her hands were dirty... so the men had to do it all. And a couple of these guys look my age. I dunno how they got to their status, but they seriously don't look a day over 25. I'm a shy girl, as some of you may know... so I was like no... anything but guys seeing me cry and look like an idiot. And to top it all off... the minion's cousin was working over there and kept stopping to stare at me. It was a bit upsetting, but I just tried to laugh it off. After they discuss what to do for a few minutes, they decide to take me to the first aid room. Some of the guys abandon us about that time. One of the younger looking dudes had been asking me what happened... so he went over to look at the glue gun... so I felt stupid cause it was really my fault that it happened.
So I walk to the first aid room next to the other younger looking dude (who isn't really mega-attractive, but younger looking... and I think he was a bit fond of me...) who's asking me what happened, and one of the older men follows us w/ my supervisor lady. So we get in there and they tell me to sit on the lil couchy thing and relax, so I do and I hold the ice packs on. Then they discuss what to do and dig through a cabinet to try to find medicine to use for me... cause they aren't sure what to do. Then younger-looking dude is sitting beside me and starts like stroking the burn on my leg (I had a massive amount of dried-on glue burn on my right thigh, just above my knee and then dripping down to the bottom of my kneecap), but gently, like doctors do, so it doesn't hurt... and I can tell he's tryin to figure out why in the heck my skin is hanging off like that. So I tell him that that's the glue... so he stops messing with it and they discuss how to get the glue off. I tell them I can try to peel it off since that's what I did w/ my hands... it would hurt, but I could give it a shot. So my supervisor lady is filling out a lil paper about the accident and says if I wanna try it I can. So I go to town on it... w/ younger-looking dude next to me watching closely and the other dude watching from my other side. They try to talk me through it. So I grab the end of the long drippy part that was going down my leg and start peeling it up and it breaks off. So I grab another end and peel and keep going around at the edges. Then I get to the middle, where the huge blob of glue had landed (so it's the worst burned spot) and I start getting slower and my face gets all distorted I'm sure, cause I was in severe pain. I was basically ripping dry glue AND burned flesh off of my leg. So younger-looking dude notices and goes "ohhh... that hurts..." So I finish getting it and keep looking for more and he's like I think you got it all. So I stop and put an ice pack back on it... and then they sit around trying to figure out what stuff to use again. Then they find some instructions on something that says to wash it out w/ water and then use a spray stuff on it. So younger-looking dude does the honors. He comes over to me and pours Sterile Water over the huge leg spot. It burned SO BAD. The other people were all backing away in case I started kicking or something. But I didn't move, and then he gets the spray can ready and I'm like "this is gonna hurt too, I assume?" and he's like "yeah, it's aerosol so it'll definately hurt" and I'm like "alright". So he sprays it all over my leg and I'm grimacing in pain. Then he gets done and the other dude gets these gel cover things out and puts one on. Then they stand around yapping for awhile, and my supervisor lady asks me some questions about what happened cause she's filling out the paper. So I'm like "so are we gonna do the same stuff to my hand or are we just gonna talk about it?" The man was like "did you do her hand yet?" and younger-looking guy was like "no, I haven't..." So my supervisor lady's like "well if you're ready, we can go ahead and do it." So I go over to the sink w/ younger-looking dude and he pours the water over it and it doesn't burn. So I'm talkin to the others about why it doesn't hurt, which isn't important. Then he sprays the stuff. Then we're all talking and I'm standing there facing him w/ my hand in the sink to the left of me... so I'm like less than a foot away from this dude. It was stinkin nuts. I'm like... do you know how many times I've wanted to be this close to guys and couldn't, yet here I am at WORK standing close to a guy that I DON'T wanna be near? How ironic. Anyway... so he dries my hand off, gently of course. Then I go back over and they put another gel bandage on my hand. My hand injury is just like the entire right side of my left hand, and then a drip that goes up my left pinky on the side to the very tip. It has a blister running up it. The rest is hard to see now. So then they give me ice packs and I hold one on my hand and we sit around for a lil bit longer (not that I mind...) trying to figure out where I'm gonna go. Then my supervisor lady thinks she sees more glue on my leg (cause I had been picking smaller parts off) so younger-looking dude starts gently stroking the spot she's talking about... and, again... why doesn't this happen when the RIGHT guys are around? Hmm? Do you know how great that could be? Yeah, I'm sex-obsessed lately. Guys touching my legs... well it doesn't happen very often. So. Yeah. Anyway. Then I say it's only water, and so he checks it by touching it more and is like yeah she's right. Then they decide to go back to the area I came from and talk to the lady back there to tell her I'm gonna go back and do v-strips. So the guys leave, and I go back w/ my supervisor lady and we talk to the lady and they find out they need buttons, so I go do buttons for the rest of the day, w/ my left hand laying on an ice pack, and my right hand putting the button parts in my left un-sore fingers in order and then my right hand doing the rest of the work. My hand stung for a while, and I had to keep getting new ice packs, but I took 2 Tylenol from my aunt's mother-in-law that works w/ me and they kicked in after a while, so I worked pretty normally after that. Everyone was asking me what happened though, and at lunch Mikie was laughin at me and telling me I'm a nut and stuff. It was funny... he had to open my fruit for me, cause I couldn't hold the can in my hand while pulling the top off w/ my other hand. Hilarious. Then he said he wondered what happened when they called over the intercom. I was like yep, that was me.
So that was the story of my day. My burns don't hurt too bad now, but I just popped 2 Advil... so... it'll be ok. The burn won't go away for a few weeks though, according to my supervisor lady.
Anna still hasn't found out. So false alarm. These people are driving us nuts w/ their stupidity and their slow message-giving-outing... or... whatever.
I'm kinda paranoid about something that was said in a journal, cause I think it was about me. And I have some guesses as to what about me it could've been and why I shouldn't see it. Yeah, I'm dumb like that and always think through the worst-case scenario. I'm rarely optimistic. I was hoping I'd be really pepped up tonight... but Anna hasn't found out, so thus no peppy-ness. Ha. Peppy-ness. Anna and peppy in the same sentence w/out it being her nickname. How weird is that? OK I'm just looking for amusing things now.
So I have nothing else to say. I almost fell asleep a couple times at work. Taz left early cause it was so hot, so he'll prolly get busted for that tomorrow. Um... that's all. Byeness all y'all.
Just kidding. I didn't cut off my pinky. Here's what happened:
I got shipped off to screen assembly again today. This time, I was to work on the job that the Supertones concert guy worked on yesterday. So the other college girl over there showed me what to do. I was supposed to put a drop of hot glue on the inside of a long metal pipe and then put an endpiece in and hammer it in. So I this for like 10 minutes, once moving my chair and slightly cutting my knee on one of the metal pipes... which killed, but didn't bleed. Then, I'm trying to put glue in one and no glue is coming out. So I ask the girl what to do, and she says the glue must be out and shows me where the other glue sticks are. So I get one and, without thinking, shove it into the back of the hot glue gun. Then I notice it's pushing on another piece that's still in there, so I push harder cause it's still moving. Keep in mind, the past 2 sentences and the following end of this paragraph happened in a trimeframe of about 2 seconds. So as I continue to shove the glue stick further into the back of the gun, I notice something dripping on my legs. My mind thinks "Where is the water coming from?" Then all of a sudden I realize what is happening. HOT GLUE. DRIPPING ALL OVER ME. THIRD DEGREE BURNS. WILL BE SCARRED FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. MUST GET IT OFF.
Literally 2 seconds. So apparantly, something my idiot brain didn't pick up on, there was still a glue stick in, it was just stuck. I had seen it in there, but it didn't occur to me what was happening. I dunno where my brain was, but it wasn't there. So I LEAP out of my chair and run around the stack of metal pipes, screaming, "HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP!" People start looking at me, wondering what the heck I'm doing. Then I start frantically trying to brush the wet hot glue off of my legs w/ my hands. Smart move, Ace. Good thing that didn't hurt me too much, unless... well I'll get to my injuries in a second. So the girl that showed me what to do laughs and asks me if I burned myself, I say yes, she says she did it yesterday. So I laugh and assume it'll be fine, because she survived. Then the burning kicked in. So I started crying amidst my laughter. She said to go to the sink and put it under the cold water to help it stop hurting. So I go over and turn on the water, which is only like half-cold anyway, crying, sticking my hand under the faucet.
Then I make the genius decision to peel the dried glue off. I was panicking, ok? Shush! So I peel it off of my hands... then stand there in pain, crying and trying to talk to the people that keep asking what's wrong. So then someone goes over the intercom asking for a first responder to come to the screen assembly office, which was right behind where I was. Another lady tries to radio for my supervisor that is a first responder, but can't get ahold of her. So I'm leaning over the sink in pain when 7 or 8 first responders show up. They all start putting on rubber gloves and getting out ice packs... and then my supervisor shows up and she's like ALLISON, WHAT DID YOU DO??? So I laugh and she starts laughing and tells me to stop laughing. Then we stand there for a few minutes while I put an ice pack on my hand and one of the guys holds one on my leg. Now the thing about this is that these men show up and I'm like no... I just want my supervisor lady, whom I adore, to help me. But she had been using a press, so her hands were dirty... so the men had to do it all. And a couple of these guys look my age. I dunno how they got to their status, but they seriously don't look a day over 25. I'm a shy girl, as some of you may know... so I was like no... anything but guys seeing me cry and look like an idiot. And to top it all off... the minion's cousin was working over there and kept stopping to stare at me. It was a bit upsetting, but I just tried to laugh it off. After they discuss what to do for a few minutes, they decide to take me to the first aid room. Some of the guys abandon us about that time. One of the younger looking dudes had been asking me what happened... so he went over to look at the glue gun... so I felt stupid cause it was really my fault that it happened.
So I walk to the first aid room next to the other younger looking dude (who isn't really mega-attractive, but younger looking... and I think he was a bit fond of me...) who's asking me what happened, and one of the older men follows us w/ my supervisor lady. So we get in there and they tell me to sit on the lil couchy thing and relax, so I do and I hold the ice packs on. Then they discuss what to do and dig through a cabinet to try to find medicine to use for me... cause they aren't sure what to do. Then younger-looking dude is sitting beside me and starts like stroking the burn on my leg (I had a massive amount of dried-on glue burn on my right thigh, just above my knee and then dripping down to the bottom of my kneecap), but gently, like doctors do, so it doesn't hurt... and I can tell he's tryin to figure out why in the heck my skin is hanging off like that. So I tell him that that's the glue... so he stops messing with it and they discuss how to get the glue off. I tell them I can try to peel it off since that's what I did w/ my hands... it would hurt, but I could give it a shot. So my supervisor lady is filling out a lil paper about the accident and says if I wanna try it I can. So I go to town on it... w/ younger-looking dude next to me watching closely and the other dude watching from my other side. They try to talk me through it. So I grab the end of the long drippy part that was going down my leg and start peeling it up and it breaks off. So I grab another end and peel and keep going around at the edges. Then I get to the middle, where the huge blob of glue had landed (so it's the worst burned spot) and I start getting slower and my face gets all distorted I'm sure, cause I was in severe pain. I was basically ripping dry glue AND burned flesh off of my leg. So younger-looking dude notices and goes "ohhh... that hurts..." So I finish getting it and keep looking for more and he's like I think you got it all. So I stop and put an ice pack back on it... and then they sit around trying to figure out what stuff to use again. Then they find some instructions on something that says to wash it out w/ water and then use a spray stuff on it. So younger-looking dude does the honors. He comes over to me and pours Sterile Water over the huge leg spot. It burned SO BAD. The other people were all backing away in case I started kicking or something. But I didn't move, and then he gets the spray can ready and I'm like "this is gonna hurt too, I assume?" and he's like "yeah, it's aerosol so it'll definately hurt" and I'm like "alright". So he sprays it all over my leg and I'm grimacing in pain. Then he gets done and the other dude gets these gel cover things out and puts one on. Then they stand around yapping for awhile, and my supervisor lady asks me some questions about what happened cause she's filling out the paper. So I'm like "so are we gonna do the same stuff to my hand or are we just gonna talk about it?" The man was like "did you do her hand yet?" and younger-looking guy was like "no, I haven't..." So my supervisor lady's like "well if you're ready, we can go ahead and do it." So I go over to the sink w/ younger-looking dude and he pours the water over it and it doesn't burn. So I'm talkin to the others about why it doesn't hurt, which isn't important. Then he sprays the stuff. Then we're all talking and I'm standing there facing him w/ my hand in the sink to the left of me... so I'm like less than a foot away from this dude. It was stinkin nuts. I'm like... do you know how many times I've wanted to be this close to guys and couldn't, yet here I am at WORK standing close to a guy that I DON'T wanna be near? How ironic. Anyway... so he dries my hand off, gently of course. Then I go back over and they put another gel bandage on my hand. My hand injury is just like the entire right side of my left hand, and then a drip that goes up my left pinky on the side to the very tip. It has a blister running up it. The rest is hard to see now. So then they give me ice packs and I hold one on my hand and we sit around for a lil bit longer (not that I mind...) trying to figure out where I'm gonna go. Then my supervisor lady thinks she sees more glue on my leg (cause I had been picking smaller parts off) so younger-looking dude starts gently stroking the spot she's talking about... and, again... why doesn't this happen when the RIGHT guys are around? Hmm? Do you know how great that could be? Yeah, I'm sex-obsessed lately. Guys touching my legs... well it doesn't happen very often. So. Yeah. Anyway. Then I say it's only water, and so he checks it by touching it more and is like yeah she's right. Then they decide to go back to the area I came from and talk to the lady back there to tell her I'm gonna go back and do v-strips. So the guys leave, and I go back w/ my supervisor lady and we talk to the lady and they find out they need buttons, so I go do buttons for the rest of the day, w/ my left hand laying on an ice pack, and my right hand putting the button parts in my left un-sore fingers in order and then my right hand doing the rest of the work. My hand stung for a while, and I had to keep getting new ice packs, but I took 2 Tylenol from my aunt's mother-in-law that works w/ me and they kicked in after a while, so I worked pretty normally after that. Everyone was asking me what happened though, and at lunch Mikie was laughin at me and telling me I'm a nut and stuff. It was funny... he had to open my fruit for me, cause I couldn't hold the can in my hand while pulling the top off w/ my other hand. Hilarious. Then he said he wondered what happened when they called over the intercom. I was like yep, that was me.
So that was the story of my day. My burns don't hurt too bad now, but I just popped 2 Advil... so... it'll be ok. The burn won't go away for a few weeks though, according to my supervisor lady.
Anna still hasn't found out. So false alarm. These people are driving us nuts w/ their stupidity and their slow message-giving-outing... or... whatever.
I'm kinda paranoid about something that was said in a journal, cause I think it was about me. And I have some guesses as to what about me it could've been and why I shouldn't see it. Yeah, I'm dumb like that and always think through the worst-case scenario. I'm rarely optimistic. I was hoping I'd be really pepped up tonight... but Anna hasn't found out, so thus no peppy-ness. Ha. Peppy-ness. Anna and peppy in the same sentence w/out it being her nickname. How weird is that? OK I'm just looking for amusing things now.
So I have nothing else to say. I almost fell asleep a couple times at work. Taz left early cause it was so hot, so he'll prolly get busted for that tomorrow. Um... that's all. Byeness all y'all.