So Much For That Bone-us

| VA, USA | Working | March 21, 2013

(Our warehouse is full of customers’ furniture. The warehouse guy is usually be the one showing the customers’ their furniture, but the boss has him working on something else. She makes me do it, even though I’ve never been trained to and usually just answer phones and greet the customers.)

Boss: “You! Go show this customer her furniture. She wants to look at it.”

Me: “But, I don’t know how—”

Boss: “What do I pay you for?! GO!”

(I take the customer to the warehouse and find her furniture, which is a sofa. I undo the tape and peel back the cardboard. The sofa is covered with a thick plastic wrap.)

Customer: “Can you take the plastic wrap off? I can’t see it.”

(I find a sharp pair of scissors and begin cutting away, trying hard not to cut into the fabric. It is dim in the warehouse, even though all the lights are on. I’m having a lot of difficulty cutting.)

Me: “Hm, that’s weird, why won’t these blades close? What’s blocking it?”

(To my horror, I realize what was blocking the blades was my finger! I’m bleeding and trying not to let it land on the new sofa.)

Customer: “Hm, that’s not the color I wanted…hmm..”

(The customer continues looking at sofa, not noticing me and my injury.)

Me: “E-E-Excuse me!”

(I leave, clutching my bleeding hand. Strangely, I feel no pain, but I do get faint at the sight of blood. I look for a first aid kit when my boss stops me with her hands on her hips.)

Boss: “What’re you doing here?! Did you show that sofa?”

Me: *shows injured hand* “Yes, and I cut myself with scissors!”

Boss: *rolls eyes* “Oh my God. Are you stupid?! I bet now you’re trying to find work injury compensation!”

Me: “No, I’m trying to find a first aid kit!”

Boss: “GET BACK TO THE WAREHOUSE! WHAT DO I PAY YOU FOR?! YOU’RE USELESS!”

Me: “No!”

(I find a sink and carefully clean my injury. Luckily, I haven’t injured myself too badly and the blood is starting to clot. Hooray for strong bones! When the boss fired me soon after that, I ran—not walked—out of there and have been happier at another job ever since.)

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