Miles
05-28-2011, 06:56 PM
It's tough being me. It really is.
I am a disaster waiting to happen....
So I was started work at 12pm today. I was alright, awake, grabbed lunch before work. Had enough to do to keep me busy all afternoon.
So I go on my break at 3pm, go for some shopping, come back, sit down with my friends Shakira and Tom, a few other people scattered about the table next to us and another woman sat with us on our table.
Everything was great. Hadn't been in trouble, hadn't broken anything...All good.
So I'm sat there with my latte, my chicken sandwich, a chocolate bar...Nomming away.
I take a sip of my coffee and before I even realized that it had left my hands...I was soaked. I had somehow dropped the cup, spilling coffee all over me, the table and the floor...And burning myself in the process.
I was totally dazed!
Mel, a manager who was sat a table away pulled me up and wiped my hand, then noticing that it was swelling up a little, she put it under cold water and called the first aider...While everyone else cleaned up my mess...
What did I say?
"Save my sandwich!!" Yes...Those were my words of choice...As I stood there, soaked, with my hand under freezing water...
One of those moments I will NEVER live down...
So, a few hours later, I'm totally fine, carrying on with my usual afternoon duties, AKA preparing to receive our delivery for the evening and get ready for when the night team arrive (Which I'm also part of.)
I go into the little computer office, do my stuffs and as I walk out, someone shouts boo, jumps out from the around the corner and scares the living crud out of me.
I kind of stood there in a daze...Then...
WHAM!
The door shuts and whacks me right in the back of the head...
Accident number 2.
Well. All in a days work for me!
I am a disaster waiting to happen....
So I was started work at 12pm today. I was alright, awake, grabbed lunch before work. Had enough to do to keep me busy all afternoon.
So I go on my break at 3pm, go for some shopping, come back, sit down with my friends Shakira and Tom, a few other people scattered about the table next to us and another woman sat with us on our table.
Everything was great. Hadn't been in trouble, hadn't broken anything...All good.
So I'm sat there with my latte, my chicken sandwich, a chocolate bar...Nomming away.
I take a sip of my coffee and before I even realized that it had left my hands...I was soaked. I had somehow dropped the cup, spilling coffee all over me, the table and the floor...And burning myself in the process.
I was totally dazed!
Mel, a manager who was sat a table away pulled me up and wiped my hand, then noticing that it was swelling up a little, she put it under cold water and called the first aider...While everyone else cleaned up my mess...
What did I say?
"Save my sandwich!!" Yes...Those were my words of choice...As I stood there, soaked, with my hand under freezing water...
One of those moments I will NEVER live down...
So, a few hours later, I'm totally fine, carrying on with my usual afternoon duties, AKA preparing to receive our delivery for the evening and get ready for when the night team arrive (Which I'm also part of.)
I go into the little computer office, do my stuffs and as I walk out, someone shouts boo, jumps out from the around the corner and scares the living crud out of me.
I kind of stood there in a daze...Then...
WHAM!
The door shuts and whacks me right in the back of the head...
Accident number 2.
Well. All in a days work for me!