I has multiple owies. :(
Sep. 10th, 2009 12:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darkhavensWhy 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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on 2009-09-10 12:10 am (UTC)What a bitch, though! And she seriously thought it was funny that you were hurt? *growls*
I'm sending you chicken soup from Australia. Even if you aren't sick, just hurt, chicken soup cures all ailes. Although so do Jaffa Cake muffins!! (yummy)
*hugs you very, very carefully*
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on 2009-09-10 12:22 am (UTC)I love chicken soup! *holds bowl under a USB port*
Wait.
I had chicken soup yesterday for the first time in ages. Maybe I'm psychic and knew I'd be needing the comfort chicken soup provides! LOL!
Coworker is in her early twenties, wears her trousers hung really low to show off her variously logo'd underwear and smokes pot almost daily. There's not much going on between her ears. I don't think it occured to her *not* to laugh, even as she was getting me a damp cloth to wipe the blood off my neck.
Sometimes people scare me.