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........ I'M KICKING MY ASS!
Okay. So I gave myself a head injury and got sent home!
It's Monday night. Time to prepare the new books to get put out for tomorrow.
So I was going to load some boxes of the new Hannibal book onto a dolly to take them up to the registers to have them stickered and whatnot.
First box goes on the dolly.
Newton says: HA, ERIN! FOR EVERY ACTION, THERE IS AN EQUAL AND OPPOSITE REACTION!
Dolly springs back and then forward, and clonks me in the forehead.
Ow, that kinda hurts.
Newton says: HA, ERIN! FOR EVERY ACTION, THERE IS AN EQUAL AND OPPOSITE REACTION!
Erin reels backward... and trips over a nearby pallet.
Newton says: GRAVITY, BITCH.
I blink a few times, and collect myself, picking up my glasses from where they flew off my face. I walk out of the back room, go look in the mirror by the restrooms to make sure I'm not bleeding.
I'm not, but I've already got a bruise. Fun.
I go show Amber, the sales manager, intending on just laughing over it and getting back to work.
Um, yeah, nobody was having any of that.
So, lovely cafe Christina drove me home. And now I'm sitting here with ice.
And I feel bad that Amber doesn't get my help with the laydowns tonight. :\
Funny, my hand (from where I caught myself with the pallet) hurts more than my head.
It's Monday night. Time to prepare the new books to get put out for tomorrow.
So I was going to load some boxes of the new Hannibal book onto a dolly to take them up to the registers to have them stickered and whatnot.
First box goes on the dolly.
Newton says: HA, ERIN! FOR EVERY ACTION, THERE IS AN EQUAL AND OPPOSITE REACTION!
Dolly springs back and then forward, and clonks me in the forehead.
Ow, that kinda hurts.
Newton says: HA, ERIN! FOR EVERY ACTION, THERE IS AN EQUAL AND OPPOSITE REACTION!
Erin reels backward... and trips over a nearby pallet.
Newton says: GRAVITY, BITCH.
I blink a few times, and collect myself, picking up my glasses from where they flew off my face. I walk out of the back room, go look in the mirror by the restrooms to make sure I'm not bleeding.
I'm not, but I've already got a bruise. Fun.
I go show Amber, the sales manager, intending on just laughing over it and getting back to work.
Um, yeah, nobody was having any of that.
So, lovely cafe Christina drove me home. And now I'm sitting here with ice.
And I feel bad that Amber doesn't get my help with the laydowns tonight. :\
Funny, my hand (from where I caught myself with the pallet) hurts more than my head.
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