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Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Anyone know the number of a good ambulance chaser? I'm kidding! I kept those jokes to a minimum, as I could tell people were nervous around me at work. A tempered glass window shattered and fell on me, resulting in superficial cuts to both my hands. It sounds worse than it is. After a few minutes, the cuts didn't even warrant a Band-Aid, although I got one.

That's the nice thing about working at the university health center. The speedy attention the center already pays to workplace injuries went doubly so for me. It's not what you got, it's who you know, and I knew darn near everyone I came into contact with. Authorized line-jumping rules!

That's not to say I didn't wait. I wasn't howling in pain, so I had to wait just long enough for the whole process, including filling out an accident report, to eat up the rest of my morning until it was time for lunch. Of course, I had to repeat the story about twenty times and quell some rumors that took mere hours to spread, everything from me slamming said window in a mad tirade, to some random student doing it, to the whole thing simply breaking on its own due to an act of God. Yeesh.


Salty Miss Jill said...

I dunno...that sounds like worker's comp to me.

B said...

I've always warned you about your explosive temper(ed glass). LMFAO

Seriously are you ok?

Don said...

Literally, nothing a band-aid didn't fix :).