Mop bucket. Evil mop bucket.
It was a daring feat. A grueling battle, if you will. And I lost. I ended up spraining my wrist while wringing the water out of a mop I was using to clean the bathroom floor.
Getting hurt? No biggie.
Breaking the bucket? No biggie.
Spilling piss water all over a newly cleaned hallway? Biggie.
Sometimes I think about all the horrid things I come into contact with in my job. Some are way worse than others. The dirty water off the bathroom floor isn't among the worst I've handled. Recently I've pondered exactly how I managed to hurt myself on a mop bucket. I'm still confused as to how I managed to cut open boxes, scrape gum off the floor with a razor blade, and even cut threads with my safety scissors without hurting myself. Then the mop pulls out it's ninja skills and takes me down.
Seriously? Of all the things I could have and actually have hurt myself on in the past...
So after cleaning up the best I could with one useless hand and my injured, right, dominant hand, I called my boss and went to the urgent care center. Six full hours later, I was back at work in time to clock out. They put me in a huge and ill-fitting immobilizer and a sling. No full duty for me for a while. I'm on my fifth week of light duty, working at the recycling center with other classified staff who have hurt themselves at work, several welfare cases and even more community service "volunteers"... I have never been surrounded by more stupidity in my entire life. But that's for another day.
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