Thursday, June 01, 2006
Oh man. I'm the biggest loser, ever. Today at work, I was redoing the bookshelves, and decided I needed one of those slot things that holds pamphlets/thin books without spines really well, so I went off in search of one. I couldn't find any, despite my best efforts, and was getting kind of frustrated. So I asked someone if they knew where to find one, and she found 7 of them! Hoorah! I was so excited that I tried to run up the concrete and metal stairs.
Yeah, that was a good idea.
I totally bit it...hard. Right there on the stairs. Slam. It was terribly embarrassing. So I got up as fast as I could, and ran away.
Then I realized "Hey, wait, your arms are really stinging!"
So I looked at them.
Yep, my right arm had some pretty awesome scrapes on it, and was starting to bleed. My left arm looked better, with just a minor scrape.
Then my co-worker asked me for help with a transaction.
So I'm standing there with her, with my scraped arms stinging, trying to figure out a situation at the register. That wasn't happening.
Then I realized "Hey, wait, your thumb hurts too!"
Yeah, it had a huge slice in it, and was bleeding, too.
I think I might have something wrong with my pain receptors...is it supposed to take that long to realize you're in pain?
Anyway...I went to the back office to get some stuff to doctor myself up with. But I couldn't find any. So I asked another co-worker if he could help me.
He laughed at me.
Then he helped me.
Then I went to find Tanya, who was the one who helped me find the shelving things in the first place. She laughed at me, too. She was like "Angela! I heard you fall, and I yelled to find out if you were okay!! Why did you not respond?!"
And I laughed, and said, "Um, well, I was embarrassed, so I ran away"
It was quite a laugh fest, as she bandaged me up.
Now, 7 band-aids and a lot of ointment later, I'm feeling better.
I look like a 6 year old who fell off her bike, but hey, I'm cool with that.
Oy vey. I'm the least graceful person I know.
Yeah, that was a good idea.
I totally bit it...hard. Right there on the stairs. Slam. It was terribly embarrassing. So I got up as fast as I could, and ran away.
Then I realized "Hey, wait, your arms are really stinging!"
So I looked at them.
Yep, my right arm had some pretty awesome scrapes on it, and was starting to bleed. My left arm looked better, with just a minor scrape.
Then my co-worker asked me for help with a transaction.
So I'm standing there with her, with my scraped arms stinging, trying to figure out a situation at the register. That wasn't happening.
Then I realized "Hey, wait, your thumb hurts too!"
Yeah, it had a huge slice in it, and was bleeding, too.
I think I might have something wrong with my pain receptors...is it supposed to take that long to realize you're in pain?
Anyway...I went to the back office to get some stuff to doctor myself up with. But I couldn't find any. So I asked another co-worker if he could help me.
He laughed at me.
Then he helped me.
Then I went to find Tanya, who was the one who helped me find the shelving things in the first place. She laughed at me, too. She was like "Angela! I heard you fall, and I yelled to find out if you were okay!! Why did you not respond?!"
And I laughed, and said, "Um, well, I was embarrassed, so I ran away"
It was quite a laugh fest, as she bandaged me up.
Now, 7 band-aids and a lot of ointment later, I'm feeling better.
I look like a 6 year old who fell off her bike, but hey, I'm cool with that.
Oy vey. I'm the least graceful person I know.
