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darkhavens) wrote2009-09-10 12:22 am
darkhavens) wrote2009-09-10 12:22 am
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I has multiple owies. :(
Why are so many people such utter f*ckw*ts? And why do I have to work with them?
One of them left a box of bananas in a narrow hallway out back at work - a box of bananas that I had already moved out of the way twice so it wasn't a hazard.
I'm sitting here now with a bloody and bruised neck and shoulder, a bruised elbow, middle finger, knee and ankle, all on my left side, because when I closed up shop an hour ago, I grabbed my cash drawer and one of the scratchcard lockboxes and headed for the office.
I'm laden, I can't see the floor as I come round the door, but I know I cleared everything out of the way not an hour ago... So, I trip, go sideways, rolling my ankle. I totter into the office, hit the wall, which shoves the scratchcard lockbox (open tubular steel piping aimed for my throat!) into my neck and shoulder, at which point I lose verticality and come down on someone's effing scooter that should never have been in the office in the first place, scattering cash all over the place, wrenching my wrist, landing hard on my knee and scraping a load of skin off knuckle, neck and shoulder.
No gaping wounds, thank god, but christ, I'm not going to be able to move tomorrow, and I can forget about putting on a bra. And probably nodding. I can feel my neck muscles tightening as I type. I'm going to be black and blue and scabby. Lovely. I may take pictures. (Why should I suffer alone?)
Oh, and the f*ckw*t thought it was hilarious. It doesn't seem to occur to her that IT'S HER FAULT for moving the banana box from where I'd put it safely out of the way. She didn't even put any bananas out!
So, In conclusion: OW.
In other news, I have 660ml of 5.3% pear cider and two Jaffa Cake muffins.
But I'm still fuming.
*SMISHES YOU ALL (CAREFULLY)*
One of them left a box of bananas in a narrow hallway out back at work - a box of bananas that I had already moved out of the way twice so it wasn't a hazard.
I'm sitting here now with a bloody and bruised neck and shoulder, a bruised elbow, middle finger, knee and ankle, all on my left side, because when I closed up shop an hour ago, I grabbed my cash drawer and one of the scratchcard lockboxes and headed for the office.
I'm laden, I can't see the floor as I come round the door, but I know I cleared everything out of the way not an hour ago... So, I trip, go sideways, rolling my ankle. I totter into the office, hit the wall, which shoves the scratchcard lockbox (open tubular steel piping aimed for my throat!) into my neck and shoulder, at which point I lose verticality and come down on someone's effing scooter that should never have been in the office in the first place, scattering cash all over the place, wrenching my wrist, landing hard on my knee and scraping a load of skin off knuckle, neck and shoulder.
No gaping wounds, thank god, but christ, I'm not going to be able to move tomorrow, and I can forget about putting on a bra. And probably nodding. I can feel my neck muscles tightening as I type. I'm going to be black and blue and scabby. Lovely. I may take pictures. (Why should I suffer alone?)
Oh, and the f*ckw*t thought it was hilarious. It doesn't seem to occur to her that IT'S HER FAULT for moving the banana box from where I'd put it safely out of the way. She didn't even put any bananas out!
So, In conclusion: OW.
In other news, I have 660ml of 5.3% pear cider and two Jaffa Cake muffins.
But I'm still fuming.
*SMISHES YOU ALL (CAREFULLY)*
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Random thought, epsom salt bath?
Hope you feel better soonest.
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Good idea though, and I will hold onto it until tomorrow (or Friday) and see how the damaged bits are holding up. *g*
Thankee!! :D