Emperor Pan I
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So right. I had this job, a good 600$ for this guys back lawn. good stuff. The guy I'm working with, he's a moron more or less. So when he has to cut some long ass plant with garden shears, he fails to notice my ****ing finger. didn't hurt much, but my little finger was bleeding like ****. I got a cut starting from the nail(which split clean through), straight to about half way up the pinky, deep cut. Whatever, didn't hurt much, so I grabbed some gauze and went left to find a medical clinic. We're in Brampton, no clue where anything is, because of this gay backward ass city. Meanwhile I'm bleeding like ****, and the only truck we could use was the rented one so I couldn't drop a single drop on an inch of the truck. At this point I notice there was a second cut. Where the top of the shearers had sliced the top part wide open, the bottom had also made a huge gash on the bottom of my finger. Had the blade cut a fraction of a milimetre closer, I would have lost half my finger. Still bleeding as ****, I realize standing in line for the clinic that I don't have my health card, so for the next 45 minutes I had to call around to get my doctors phone number in Toronto to get him to fax over the health card information, so I don't have to pay to get it looked at. Whatever, in the mean time It was still bleeding. First thing the doctor says when he sees it, I know he was thinking "Holy **** thats a deep cut". So I got a sweet 10 stitches on my gay ass pinky, and to top it off I cant go back to work for at least a week. God damnit. I can't play guitar hero now, because pinky = blue note. Can barely type for **** because of the huge ****ing bandage, for such a crappy cut. If I seem a little pissy, whatever.
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