|will never be the same shape again.
||[Apr. 9th, 2009|11:18 am]
So a woman came into where I work yesterday and ordered a salad. She wanted a piece of chicken breast sliced and warmed up on top of it. This is no problem, I slice up 3oz of chicken and stick in in the microwave, but when Don pulls it out he tells me she wanted 6oz of chicken on the salad. So I rushed back to cut up another chicken breast so I could get this meal out in time. Well I guess I was slicing a bit too fast because I heard the most disturbing sound as the knife went into my thumb. |
Thinking quickly (or not at all), I grabbed the thumb with the fingers of the same hand and finished the meal with my other hand before I rushed off to do something about it. I went over to the other side and told one of the girls to go cook for me while I wrapped up my thumb. At this point I hadn't looked at it yet to assess how bad the damage was. The girl comes back a minute later and says "Joe. There is a piece of your thumb on the cutting board, please do something about it."
So I went over and threw away a slice of my thumb. I panicked for a few seconds because I had JUST CUT OFF THE END OF MY THUMB! But then I calmed down, wrapped it up and went back to work. My boss told me I should go home so I called the two total people who could have covered my shift, both of whom were working other jobs at the time so they couldn't come in for me.
There were still about 8 hours left in my 10-hour shift, but I rationalized that I was probably better off being there than being at home. I wasn't going to go to the hospital since, having thrown it away, there was nothing they could stitch back together, and all they would do is bandage it up and send me home. And since there is a better first aid kit at work than I have at home, I figured I'd just keep working.
So I taped it up as best I could, covered it with solid colored tape so people wouldn't freak out seeing someone hand them food with a bloody bandage on his finger, and I finished out my shift with no further incident.
I think I handled the situation fairly well, it finally stopped bleeding yesterday evening, and eventually the skin will grow back and I'll have a nasty little scar and a funny story I can tell in the future.
Ah, the joys of working in food service..