They shoulda checked my references.
I started a new part-time job last Thursday, working in a tiny warehouse shipping department. I've never done anything like it, but the money was right so I applied. And for whatever reason, they hired me over 30 applicants. Little did they know....
My new job entails packing and shipping clothing items. For the first couple of days I just watched how it was done, then Monday did it myself and caught on pretty fast, having made just one easy-to-make paperwork mistake.
Today started out the same: Take the bin with the clothes, double check that the sizes are correct, verify the billing, put the paperwork in order, wrap the clothes in plastic, then a shipping envelope, then fold the shipping lable and adhere it to the envelope, tape it with the tape gun, weigh it, affix more lables and it's off.
Except today I got a paper cut.
And today I have a 3.4 INR.
So when the edge of the paper was making it's neat, deep slice into the index finger of my right hand, I immediately think "oh. shit."
At first I had only an opaque flap of skin and that exquisite paper-cut-pain to show for it. I thought maybe I'd lucked out. But who am I to think of luck?!
It took a few heartbeats to get the blood flowing to the wound, but flow it did. Copiously. So I, looking and sounding as nonchalant as I possibly can, say out loud "Well, looks like I've got a workman's comp case already!" and my supervisor, an older and very kind lady, went dead pale at the sight of my elevated, blood stained hand.
After assuring her it was only a paper cut, I told her I was a bleeder, and perhaps she should consider buying stock in Johnson & Johnson. Or at the very least, stock up on Band-Aids.
I had a flash of the future then, so crystal clear that I can tell you what's coming next and very soon - an ordeal with the jagged, razor sharp teeth of the tape gun.
My new job entails packing and shipping clothing items. For the first couple of days I just watched how it was done, then Monday did it myself and caught on pretty fast, having made just one easy-to-make paperwork mistake.
Today started out the same: Take the bin with the clothes, double check that the sizes are correct, verify the billing, put the paperwork in order, wrap the clothes in plastic, then a shipping envelope, then fold the shipping lable and adhere it to the envelope, tape it with the tape gun, weigh it, affix more lables and it's off.
Except today I got a paper cut.
And today I have a 3.4 INR.
So when the edge of the paper was making it's neat, deep slice into the index finger of my right hand, I immediately think "oh. shit."
At first I had only an opaque flap of skin and that exquisite paper-cut-pain to show for it. I thought maybe I'd lucked out. But who am I to think of luck?!
It took a few heartbeats to get the blood flowing to the wound, but flow it did. Copiously. So I, looking and sounding as nonchalant as I possibly can, say out loud "Well, looks like I've got a workman's comp case already!" and my supervisor, an older and very kind lady, went dead pale at the sight of my elevated, blood stained hand.
After assuring her it was only a paper cut, I told her I was a bleeder, and perhaps she should consider buying stock in Johnson & Johnson. Or at the very least, stock up on Band-Aids.
I had a flash of the future then, so crystal clear that I can tell you what's coming next and very soon - an ordeal with the jagged, razor sharp teeth of the tape gun.
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