I think my week has been just as bad. Physically bad.
Mon. : I got bit by a dog at the persons house who makes the window treatments for our company. When I get back to the shop to tell my boss what happen she tells me that if I didn't call the lady back and appologise I wouldn't have a job anymore.
All I told her was that she was lucky I didn't KILL the dog. I still haven't called.
WTF?
Tues. Just a shitty rush filled day.
Wed. : We are in C-ville picking up a customers chairs. There is a guy sanding on a big bow window outside. As we walk by I notice a can of Bondo sitting there. Not thinking much of it we walk through a cloud of dust about 8 times. I start itching like crazy then it starts burning real bad. I look at my coworker and ask " am I red "
he replies " hell yeah, whats wrong with you? "
I had no idea Bondo has fiberglass in it. I never used the stuff. I am HIGHLY allergic to fiberglass. That shit breaks me out BAD with whelps and itchy bumps. He (the coworker) then decides to tell me " man I forgot to tell you that dust was prob filled with fiberglass "
knowing that he knows how allergic I am to the stuff. We spent the next hour trying to find Benadryl. I looked like a strawberry marshmallow.
WTF?
Thurs. : (today) We picked up a Big shelving unit from a lady who finishes some of our furniture for the company and strapped it to the wall. Took it over to the bosses house and went inside to ask the bosses husband where he wanted it at when the coworker walks in . . . ( let me tell you about him. He is one of those guys who trys to get out of everything physical. He is as weak as a kitten. He is always walking around looking busy and nothing gets done. He avoids everything and just talks all day. You know the type.) He starts talking w/ the bosses husband when I tell him ( in a nice way ) that we need to get the shelving stuff of the truck and into the house to to get ready for the next job. He has a few smart assed comments and I walk outside to unstrap the stuff from the walls thinking he is or will be right behind me. I unstrap it, holding the parts to the wall waiting for him to get there when It all starts to lean. Well guess what. . . . It all fell. . . . . ON ME. I fell aginst the wall, hit my head, scrapped up my ribs and busted glass with my left arm.
He says are you ok ? You could imagine what I said back.
WTF?
I am supposed to get off at 5 but I took off at 3 and also took off tomorrow. FTW!!! I'm done with this week.
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