I am having one of those days. Or, should I say “one of those 3 months!” You know the kind. Everything starts off well, and then one thing happens, and the next thing you know, you’re a suicide risk!
I cut myself every day. I have gashes down my arms and they are healing into scars that I will keep forever, as a painful reminder of this transitional time in my life.
Before you start freaking out and planning interventions, allow me to explain!
I keep getting cut at work. My job involves working with sharp metal and OLFA knives, and occasionally (every day, more like) I slip up, and slice myself open a bit. I am so used to it now, that I no longer feel like crying (as little as 4 months ago, a paper cut would have caused me to bawl) and I usually make a joke about “letting me play with knives,” before following the outlined safety procedure (alcohol swab – ointment – band-aid) and jack rabbiting back to work, where I am slightly more cautious (for about two minutes, before I slip up again).
It makes for a nice story with friends, but I really am getting sick of the weird looks from the cashiers at the grocery store. It’s all I can do to keep from jumping on the nearest counter and announcing, “It’s alright! I’m not emo! I’m just a victim of work hazards and a short attention span!”
Oh dang that must suck. Haha.
Heh. This story reminds me of the time I got a blood test done and I ended up with a massive bruise in the middle of my arm.
One customer at work told my supervisor that I was flaunting the fact that I was a drug addict.
It’s not my fault my work uniform had a short sleeved top. *sulks*
Thats bad health and safety isn’t it? Your work should do something about that.
You almost had me fooled Aisling!
Surely your dad should implement…I dunno, shirts with really thick sleeves or something?
Yeah Aisling, wear long sleeves and rubber gloves. While reading this post I was getting goosebumps all over. Let’s just say I’m not a big fan of cuts, bruises, blood and knives. :P
Wow, I remember these days. I didn’t have cuts but I used to work at a grocery store and cooked chicken a lot. The grease would splash and burn my arms and stuff and people would look at me weird thinking nasty things, I’m sure.
At first… I thought you were serious. I’m gullible apparently :P
I once accidentally cut myself on the wrist with my badge (with sharp edges) and then people thought I was suicidal. And then it so happened that the next day, my teacher was talking about suicidal people >.>
Ahaha, I’m not sure I’f I’d be able to survive at your work, I’m very squeemish :P
LOL, you almost got me there, good post! It was interesting to read. I cut myself at least once a week and i’m a sales associate -__-. usually, i dont even realize i get some kind of small cut until the end of the day.
heh. going directly from declaring yourself a suicide risk to saying you cut yourself almost had me going..
I have definitely had one of those jobs. Fun isn’t it?
And yes I’m a New Media student
Although I’m taking it at the University of Lethbridge. The program is more diverse and well rounded. I’ve been enjoying it like crazy. Its a really great program! I hear the SAIT one is pretty ok as well. I don’t know too many people who have gone through it though.
Sounds like a dangerous job… I bet you don’t want to end up completely cut and look emo to the point you can’t justify yourself, so better pay a little more attention to what you do and wear some kind of security..um..gloves/long sleeved shirt/etc
I hope you stop hurting yourself at work!
Ouch, that must hurt! I mean, I cut myself, literally the smallest cut and I moan about it for 5 hours! Your brave!
Me and knifes cannot be left in the same room together, somehow the knife would find its self in my hand haha! No, I’m not a phsyco, I don’t cut myself!
There must be some kind of health and safety procedure to stop that happening. :|
I used to have the same problem, though I did bar and kitchen work all week, so if I wasn’t slicing myself, or burning myself in the kitchen, I was dropping glass or getting banged about behind the bar. Bruses, burns, cuts and slashes: I must look like I have problems…