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So at work today I was in charge once again, as the current supervisor is out on new-born baby leave. The managers were also gone, because they get to work normal people hours. So one of the cleaner guys was out back of the maintainance wing, chillin with a maintainance dood, and decides to pull up a roll case cylinder as a seat. When he bent over to pick it up, he smacked his head off of a rack of steel round stock and split his forehead open, proceeding to spurt and pour blood all over the ground and himself. I repeat, i was in charge. All by myself. Not to take attention off of the injured guy, but i imagine he worried less as he started to go into shock, as he drew near the one pint mark of lost blood while the ambulance took it's sweet ass time getting there. Afterwards, the maintainance guys helped me hose off the pile (yes, pile) of blood from the concrete and surrounding area. The second bloodiest day of my life. I'm pretty sure once was more than enough.