Craig's Day At Work
It was another typical day at work for me. I
was in the bakery
all by myself (because the
cheapskates refuse to hire someone to help me out)breaking down some
boxes to take to
the dumpster. I decided to use my pocket knife to speed up the process
because A) there
were a lot of boxes, and B) I rarely get to use my pocket knife.
Proving once again that I shouldn't be
allowed to have sharp
objects I accidentally
knocked my knife off the table where I was working and, like an idiot,
tried to catch it.
On the bright side I did stop the knife from hitting the floor,
however,
it was lodged in
my pinky-finger. If it wasn't for the fact the it hurt a whole lot,
it was pretty cool to see
the knife just sticking out like it was.
When the blood started pouring down my hand I
decided to run
back to the sink and try
to bandage my finger. No more than two seconds after I get to the sink
do I hear the
shriek of a customer up front, "EXCUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE ME! I
NEED A CAKE WRITTEN ON!!"
I tried to be polite with this lady and I
asked her to hold
on just a moment because I was
having "a problem." Well, I consider blood gushing out of my body a
problem. The lady, like every other customer, didn't seem to care about
my problems and
informed me "But I'm in a HURRY!"
'Ok, she's in a hurry, I'm bleeding...lets
see what she thinks
is more important,' I thought.
So I stopped washing my gash, walked up to the front counter and thrust
my hand
towards this woman. "Ma'am," I said, "as you can see, I'm slightly
injured." The 'slightly'
was a bit more humorous if you could have seen the blood running down
my arm. "If you
would kindly wait one moment, I would be happy to help you," I
continued
through
clenched teeth.
"Oh my God!" the lady replied, which made me
feel triumphant
for some odd reason. "Well how long is that gonna take?"
This is the reason I urge all of you not to
be in the Price
Chopper in Leavenworth next
Friday. I can't stand the customers so I'm burning it to the ground.
Have a nice day.