ouch :(
i hit myself in the fucking hand with a fucking hammer!
and i said a lot of bad words. and i hope those little kids next door heard me; they're little shits anyway.
:P
i was staking my tomatoes, and i was hammering the stake into the ground (i made my own stakes from old tent poles at my parents' place, then duct taped them), holding it with my left and hitting it with the hammer in my right.
well, i whiffed, and the hammer head nailed me on the back of the hand. nothing is broken, i don't think, but holy sweet shit that's gonna leave a mark.
in other news, work is about to hit the "funny" stage. people have been dropping like flies, leaving the company for greener pastures. and the general sentiment has been 'go on, we don't need ya, you're replaceable'. well, today one of the chosen "people leaders" (and isn't that a condescending term?) gave his notice. i just laughed.
i'm bringing popcorn into work so i can watch this properly.
and laugh.
:)
and i said a lot of bad words. and i hope those little kids next door heard me; they're little shits anyway.
:P
i was staking my tomatoes, and i was hammering the stake into the ground (i made my own stakes from old tent poles at my parents' place, then duct taped them), holding it with my left and hitting it with the hammer in my right.
well, i whiffed, and the hammer head nailed me on the back of the hand. nothing is broken, i don't think, but holy sweet shit that's gonna leave a mark.
in other news, work is about to hit the "funny" stage. people have been dropping like flies, leaving the company for greener pastures. and the general sentiment has been 'go on, we don't need ya, you're replaceable'. well, today one of the chosen "people leaders" (and isn't that a condescending term?) gave his notice. i just laughed.
i'm bringing popcorn into work so i can watch this properly.
and laugh.
:)