Some Bosses Don’t Want You To Bleed For Them
(This is my first day at my first warehouse job. I have been told to break down empty cardboard boxes and stack them to be moved to a compactor and baler. While doing so, I accidentally cut my finger, so I go to the supervisor.)
Me: “[Supervisor], I accidentally cut my finger.”
Supervisor: *goes pale and points to lead* “Go ask [Lead].”
(I go to [Lead].)
Me: “[Lead], I cut my finger and I need a bandage.”
(She goes pale and walks away. I’m standing there with my now soaked bandana wrapped around my finger.)
Older Coworker: “Come with me.”
(She takes me to a filing cabinet with a first aid kit, cleans the cut, and firmly places a bandage around my finger.)
Older Coworker: “[Supervisor] hates blood and [Lead] is completely useless. Be more careful when using a knife.”
Me: “Thank you.”
(The next day I was moved to work with the baler crew.)