Post tragic work stories.
The other week I was taking some dip for chips off the shelves of a supermarket. I have to work really fast so I was doing it quickly, just shoving them all into the trolly. Unfortunately I wasn't careful enough with one and accidentally dropped it onto the ground; it was made of glass and cracked and spilled everywhere. I was so mad. It was a struggle cleaning it up cause of the resources available. After I wiped the dip from the floor I put what remained of the product into a small cardboard box but didn't know what to do with it because I couldn't find a bin designated for food. So I just snuck into the back room and put it in my bag.
But what is truly tragic was the deep cut on my finger from trying to pick up the tiny glass pieces by hand (yes, bad idea). I had no bandaid so I had to work with tissue wrapped around my finger for the rest of the night. And it kept falling off. Now I always bring bandaids and give them out to my co workers when they need them cause we always cut outselves on ****. Queen of bandaids.
it was so awkward
