I have been named "Hard Core" on very few occasions. How ever Last night I was labeled a Hard Core workaholic. Not easy in my line of work. And to be honest not something I am terribly proud of, but its kind of a funny story so I though I'd tell it.
Basically I was using a 6' brass snipe in an over head fashion. The wrench broke and I brought the snipe down into my head with all my body weight and upper body strength. I did what any one would do in this situation. I swore, I swore like a sailor, I swore like a drunken sailor in a bar fight. Before I could even think "Gee I hope I didnt cut my head", my eyes filled with blood. Thinking quickly I ran for the wash room. Unfortunately I wasnt thinking quite fast enough. Having been blinded with blood, I succeeded only in running face first into the wall. It was at this point some one was kind enough to hand me a rag. Once I cleaned my eyes enough to restore vision, I wrapped the rag around my head Rambo style, and went back to work.
One of the guys from the office sticks his head into my shop and asks "Umm dude... do you want a ride to the ER or something. Cause you look like shit."
My response, "Thanks but I need to finish this."
"....ok"
About 30 minutes later he pokes his head into my office and repeats the question. I am trying to finish the days paper work, so I give him the same answer. He stood there stuned for a few seconds then said "Dude your fucking hard core". He then shook his head and wandered off.
It was at this point I thought, "You know, I just might have a problem".
-Marksman out
Basically I was using a 6' brass snipe in an over head fashion. The wrench broke and I brought the snipe down into my head with all my body weight and upper body strength. I did what any one would do in this situation. I swore, I swore like a sailor, I swore like a drunken sailor in a bar fight. Before I could even think "Gee I hope I didnt cut my head", my eyes filled with blood. Thinking quickly I ran for the wash room. Unfortunately I wasnt thinking quite fast enough. Having been blinded with blood, I succeeded only in running face first into the wall. It was at this point some one was kind enough to hand me a rag. Once I cleaned my eyes enough to restore vision, I wrapped the rag around my head Rambo style, and went back to work.
One of the guys from the office sticks his head into my shop and asks "Umm dude... do you want a ride to the ER or something. Cause you look like shit."
My response, "Thanks but I need to finish this."
"....ok"
About 30 minutes later he pokes his head into my office and repeats the question. I am trying to finish the days paper work, so I give him the same answer. He stood there stuned for a few seconds then said "Dude your fucking hard core". He then shook his head and wandered off.
It was at this point I thought, "You know, I just might have a problem".
-Marksman out
i could have told you months ago that you work too much. now you have irrefutable proof:p
are you ok, though? you know i'll laugh if we see eachother over christmas....