ok the finger smashing story.


One day I was using a labeler. It is a little square box that looks like the game cube. It was on a rolling table and I had the scanner part of it in my right hand I crouched on the floor spreading my left hand out onto the carpet. I was hating that job so much I felt like all my negative energys built up so much that, that box took a leap right down onto my left middle finger. I knew I smashed it but I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I looked at it. The tip of my finger was gone! My fingernail hung by a tiny bit of flesh. In my shock all I could think about is how perfect our fingernails look. "Just like those fake ones in the box' I said to myself. I held my finger tight and went to the phone and paged for emergency assistance. I walked to where the help was comming. I looked at my finger and just about passed out. There was the tip of my finger bone poking out. .....




The rest is history. Once the shock wore off I was in alot of pain. I asked people to go look for my finger. I guess there was a bunch of them looking for it. My boss drove me to the hospitail and stayed there the whole time. I got stitched up, drugged up and fortunatly my finger was still there. It had just shatterd and split. My nail grew back. My finger is flatter than the others but I think I grew my finger back quite well. I can almost trim that nail too which is really exciting.

oh yuck Sky, that sounds awful.

I have been the searcher of a finger, but never lost one thankfully.

Thanks ducks..it's all 'o tay' now. :)



umm so ducks did you ever find a finger ? To find someone elses finger would be something really more yukky than yuk.

I drive a bus for my day job. A drunk got on recently, looked at me after he paid his fare, smiled, and said "how would you like a punch in the face?" I paused with a pensive look omy face, and replied "I don't think I'd like it very much". He said "oh, ok" and went to sit down.
Man, I could write a book with the stuff that happens every day. Better yet, I'll just keep adding to this thread! :D

I've been wondering when they're going to put those thick plexiglass shields, like they have at check cashing places, around bus drivers? :(

That wouldn't be passenger-friendly. It would only make sense to protec the drivers from the crazies. Can you detect my sarcasm? ;)

Yesterday was one of those extraordinarily bad days that luckily we only have about one of each quarter.

This was just plain bad. I even had a freakout (which consisted of me yelling for about five minutes "That's it, I'm fucking done, I'm not fucking seeing another fucking person, I've had it, I can't take anymore, etc."), after which my dear ambulanceboi said, "Are you done, Momma?" and I said, "Yes," and went back to working.

But that's not my story of weirdness.

My night started with a woman who was screaming and yelling, and basically unhappy with coming to see me. She had even gotten loose from handcuffs in the back of a police car, and had swung the empty cuff around like a medieval morning star. She was eventually subdued and restrained to a litter.

I was helping out with trying to get her medicated.

She continued to shriek and struggle, wasn't allowing us to pull her pants down far enough to roll her and shoot her in the ass. It was a good sized target, too. As we are trying to pull her stretch pants down her hips a bit, I had a very surreal little moment.

All of a sudden I realized ... this lunatic and I are wearing the same underwear.

And there's three more days 'til the full moon. I'd wear a thong until then, if I were you.

Thanks Wolf, I needed that!

Okay, I have been resisting the desire to post this. I am a paralegal. One day a few months ago, while talking with a client, she proceeded to show me the results of her most-recent surgical procedure. A boob job. She lifted her shirt, pulled down her bra, and showed me her new big boobs. I still can't believe it!!!

I want your job.

holy crap wolf, i think i'll stop complining about my job now ;)

Are you a guy or a girl?

I left out the part where she spit at me, just in case you needed an additional reason not to do what I do.

Pull down my pants and you might get spit at again, from a different angle.;)