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Yesterday at work, I went in to cover a shift for a friend. He's currently with the choir in Europe, and no one wanted an early morning opening the day before Independence Weekend. I took it for him, and ended up spending the day folding T-shirts from a new Nike shipment that had come in. Oh dear GODS the t-shirts...I folded over 600 t-shirts in 4.5 hours. And that's after opening the boxes, counting, receiving, taking them out of the plastic they were in, unfolding them, refolding them, and applying proper size stickers.
Not too bad, I don't think. My CW was impressed anyways.
Now, I have a bit of a reputation as the store klutz. And as a bleeder. I don't quite know what it is, but the smallest wound and I bleed like I've cut an artery sometimes. Tends to freak everyone out, except for my textbook manager. (he's a former army medic, which I learned one day after a particularly bad cut wouldn't stop bleeding and I jokingly cried "Medic!" Next thing I know, TM is there asking me if I needed help with something!
)
So, I'm opening this boxes, and of course, the inevitable happens. I paper cut a finger on a box edge.
It starts to bleed. I manage to curl that finger into my palm, and press the fingers of my other hand over it to keep from dripping everywhere, but in the process I am getting blood on both hands. I call my CW over to man the registers, and the look on her face when she sees my hand is one of utter shock. She knew, from stories, how much of a klutz I am, but I don't think she's ever believed the bit about me being a bleeder until she came over and saw the blood sort of pooling in my palm and dripping down my wrist.
Her: OMGWTF!! What HAPPENED!!?!?!?!
Me: It's just a papercut...
Her:
All THAT from a papercut!?
Me: Yeah. Um, hey, can you open the bathroom for me. Can't exactly work a key and lock right now, and then I need someone to stand at the till while I get cleaned up.
Her: <still looking a bit shocked> Ok....
She does so, I go in, get cleaned up and start hunting for bandaids, and manage to run into one of my other managers, GM.
Me: Hey, GM. Where's the first aid kit? It's not under the counter where it usually is.
GM: Oh, we moved them.
Me: Them...? We only had one...
GM: Well, yes, but we restocked recently, and decided to put smaller ones in all the areas you generally work. There should be a box of bandaids behind the registers. If not, check the textbook counter, or back in receiving.
Me:
Er...ok. Thanks...?
I looked, an indeed, there are now smaller first aid kits in all of my usual work areas. I'm flattered.
I think...
Not too bad, I don't think. My CW was impressed anyways.
Now, I have a bit of a reputation as the store klutz. And as a bleeder. I don't quite know what it is, but the smallest wound and I bleed like I've cut an artery sometimes. Tends to freak everyone out, except for my textbook manager. (he's a former army medic, which I learned one day after a particularly bad cut wouldn't stop bleeding and I jokingly cried "Medic!" Next thing I know, TM is there asking me if I needed help with something!
)So, I'm opening this boxes, and of course, the inevitable happens. I paper cut a finger on a box edge.
It starts to bleed. I manage to curl that finger into my palm, and press the fingers of my other hand over it to keep from dripping everywhere, but in the process I am getting blood on both hands. I call my CW over to man the registers, and the look on her face when she sees my hand is one of utter shock. She knew, from stories, how much of a klutz I am, but I don't think she's ever believed the bit about me being a bleeder until she came over and saw the blood sort of pooling in my palm and dripping down my wrist.
Her: OMGWTF!! What HAPPENED!!?!?!?!
Me: It's just a papercut...
Her:
All THAT from a papercut!?Me: Yeah. Um, hey, can you open the bathroom for me. Can't exactly work a key and lock right now, and then I need someone to stand at the till while I get cleaned up.
Her: <still looking a bit shocked> Ok....
She does so, I go in, get cleaned up and start hunting for bandaids, and manage to run into one of my other managers, GM.
Me: Hey, GM. Where's the first aid kit? It's not under the counter where it usually is.
GM: Oh, we moved them.
Me: Them...? We only had one...
GM: Well, yes, but we restocked recently, and decided to put smaller ones in all the areas you generally work. There should be a box of bandaids behind the registers. If not, check the textbook counter, or back in receiving.
Me:
Er...ok. Thanks...?I looked, an indeed, there are now smaller first aid kits in all of my usual work areas. I'm flattered.
I think...
then there's the Lupo Sayings list (from another thread I think...
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