Post by erichackleman on Dec 1, 2016 8:16:04 GMT -7
When I was just 19, I started an internship/low paying job. I hadn't even had my HS diploma so this was awesome to me! A job! That's not fast food! Where I make money! And where I can learn valuable skills!
...That last one didn't end up panning out.
I had been at this job for a month and I wasn't ever really trained to do much. General labour doesn't require training, luckily, but I was often tasked with things I really shouldn't have been doing. Using certain machines. Using blueprints I didn't understand.
Never thought much of it, I was just happy to not be working in food or retail.
The morning of, I was tasked to do something with the woodchipper. Never having used it, I poked around for a bit and (I thought) I figured it out. All good.
Except it wasn't all good. I don't even want to explain how I messed up because it was so dumb and embarrassing, but alas, I was 19.
Aaaaand then blood squirted at me. Yep.
At first I didn't even feel pain! I looked at my hand and I couldn't make anything out. It was just red everywhere and a couple of mound which I could assume where my fingers, or what was left of them.
Taken to the hospital. 4 fingers gone (they couldn't even attempt to reattach because there wasn't anything left!), I got lucky and was only nipped at the base of my hand, or else the whole thing would've came off.
The whole time I thought "this is my fault, how did I f*** up so bad" until someone told me it wasn't my fault. It was my bosses. Who let me touch the wood chipper anyways?!
Lawyered up, and to this day, I still thank oatley vigmond for the light at the end of the tunnel.
I was given a very handsome settlement. It was good enough that I could comfortably pay my bills and finish up my HS diploma. I eventually went on to do a degree in Uni, and was never once forced to take out a student loan.
It might sound easy, but it SUCKED. My lost fingers were on my dominant hand, so I learned to write with my left. That sucked. But eventually, with patience and time, it got a little better. I consider myself fully abled now, even with half use of my right hand.
Well, that's it. I love reading your stories, hopefully you enjoy mine to. Never give up, friends
...That last one didn't end up panning out.
I had been at this job for a month and I wasn't ever really trained to do much. General labour doesn't require training, luckily, but I was often tasked with things I really shouldn't have been doing. Using certain machines. Using blueprints I didn't understand.
Never thought much of it, I was just happy to not be working in food or retail.
The morning of, I was tasked to do something with the woodchipper. Never having used it, I poked around for a bit and (I thought) I figured it out. All good.
Except it wasn't all good. I don't even want to explain how I messed up because it was so dumb and embarrassing, but alas, I was 19.
Aaaaand then blood squirted at me. Yep.
At first I didn't even feel pain! I looked at my hand and I couldn't make anything out. It was just red everywhere and a couple of mound which I could assume where my fingers, or what was left of them.
Taken to the hospital. 4 fingers gone (they couldn't even attempt to reattach because there wasn't anything left!), I got lucky and was only nipped at the base of my hand, or else the whole thing would've came off.
The whole time I thought "this is my fault, how did I f*** up so bad" until someone told me it wasn't my fault. It was my bosses. Who let me touch the wood chipper anyways?!
Lawyered up, and to this day, I still thank oatley vigmond for the light at the end of the tunnel.
I was given a very handsome settlement. It was good enough that I could comfortably pay my bills and finish up my HS diploma. I eventually went on to do a degree in Uni, and was never once forced to take out a student loan.
It might sound easy, but it SUCKED. My lost fingers were on my dominant hand, so I learned to write with my left. That sucked. But eventually, with patience and time, it got a little better. I consider myself fully abled now, even with half use of my right hand.
Well, that's it. I love reading your stories, hopefully you enjoy mine to. Never give up, friends
