Goddammit.
Yesterday, I decided to be all responsible and wash my breakfast dishes before I went to work. So about two minutes before I need to leave, a giant piece comes out of the glass I'm washing and shanks me in the hand... the only think I could think was, "fuck, I don't have time to go to the hospital today." Seriously. And it was my boss' day off, so I find some gauze, wrap it up, and drive the 45 minutes to work.
I call my boss, and then call around and get someone to come cover me: "Hey Ty, can I borrow Carol for a few hours? I have to go to the hospital. ...no, nothing that bad. I need to go get some stitches. ...yeah, I'm here. What else was I going to do? ...I am, as soon as I can get someone here. ...Sweet! Thanks."
So I left, and spent a few hours in St. Joe's freshly remodeled ER, getting my shit fixed (only 6 stitches) and feeling very thankful that I have health insurance. I got the rest of the day off too, because they shot my hand full of novocaine or something and I couldn't write or type at all. Now everyone at work thinks I'm all hardcore because I didn't just call out... an expensive way to win bonus points though.
Yesterday, I decided to be all responsible and wash my breakfast dishes before I went to work. So about two minutes before I need to leave, a giant piece comes out of the glass I'm washing and shanks me in the hand... the only think I could think was, "fuck, I don't have time to go to the hospital today." Seriously. And it was my boss' day off, so I find some gauze, wrap it up, and drive the 45 minutes to work.
I call my boss, and then call around and get someone to come cover me: "Hey Ty, can I borrow Carol for a few hours? I have to go to the hospital. ...no, nothing that bad. I need to go get some stitches. ...yeah, I'm here. What else was I going to do? ...I am, as soon as I can get someone here. ...Sweet! Thanks."
So I left, and spent a few hours in St. Joe's freshly remodeled ER, getting my shit fixed (only 6 stitches) and feeling very thankful that I have health insurance. I got the rest of the day off too, because they shot my hand full of novocaine or something and I couldn't write or type at all. Now everyone at work thinks I'm all hardcore because I didn't just call out... an expensive way to win bonus points though.
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You shoulda showed up at work with a thread and needle and asked someone there to sow you up.. that woulda been Hardcore image in da face!
Glad it all worked out for ya in the end.