Cut off my thumb last night at work

I didn’t actually cut off my thumb, but it sure as hell felt like I did. At work last night Lou came in and wanted a meatball hoagie. My dumb ass can’t cut bread, cause I sliced my thumb open and blood started gushing everywhere. Who’s the smart one who let me have a sharp object???

Anyways lucky for me that Lou and Bush are paramedic’s and they said I didn’t need stiches. I want a second opinion cause it bled for over an hour. Bush took me out to the ambulance and bandaged me up and made me put my arm over my head to reduce the blood flow. Go figure me being a former biology major and I couldn’t figure that one out myself.

The thing that really pissed me off about the whole situation was when I walked back into the store and had to put up with the comments from the peanut gallery aka local police department.

Dave K, made a sexual comment about how being in the ambulance with Bush was a step up from “Elvis”. Then Dave W, said that no “Elvis” was a lot better. I said I wouldn’t know either way and I didn’t care. They were like sure Jenn whatever.

Ooooohhhhhhhhh I wanted to say something witty back to Dave W, but I just kept saying,”Must not say mean things about fatboy, must not say mean things about fatboy.” He just smiled and said “that’s right.” Whatever happened to his part of the agreement where he must not say mean things about Bubbles.

He knows that the subject of Bush is very touchy with me. I don’t know what I ever saw in him. But everyone thinks that we had sex, which NEVER happened. Why must everyone dwell on my mistakes? It seems to me like everytime I do something stupid, everyone remembers it for months. No one ever seems to remember when I do something smart. I guess that’s just life.

Work is just sooooo much fun(immense sarcasm)! I could definitely go for a change of profession. I wonder how much it pays to be a whore these days considering that everyone thinks I am anyways, which I’m not. I’ve only ever been with 3 people my whole life. No wait I take that back I forgot about my party and getting smashed and sleeping with Nello. I was pretty trashed so that one seems kinda fuzzy to me.

More about work last night and my thoughts on Dom)later.

I need to go finish cleaning out the basement(oh yeah I have a few comments about that too).

see ya bye

bubbles

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February 8, 2002

I’m sorry to hear bout your finger. I remember once when I cut open my finger on a tin lid. They do bleed a lot, I think it’s jus’ fingers. As for the guys at work, hold your head up, don’t react. As soon as they see you’re not reactin’, they’ll get bored an’ quit. Hope you feel better soon *hugs*