I just got antibacterial hand gel in a paper cut – ouch! I have such a hazardous job. 🙂
It does remind me of the time I hurt myself pretty bad out at Stone Mountain where I used to work.
It was summertime. Maybe in ’06 or ’07. I was outside, working, doing my thing, talking to guests, etc, when it started to rain. I took shelter underneath a porch with a family of guests – a mom, a dad, and two little girls. It was really starting to pour, and it didn’t look like it was going to let up – it wasn’t a normal Georgia afternoon shower. The little girls were obviously getting bored…and I started to feel bad for them. I knew we had some toys in the breakroom, so I decided to take a chance in the rain and make a run for it to grab the toys. I took off my slipper-like shoes (didn’t want to ruin them!), hiked up my hoop skirt and off I ran!
All went well, until I was on my way back to the family, running like crazy, trying to get out of the rain. I slipped, but caught myself and didn’t fall. Score! My foot hit the side of the building, but I didn’t think anything of it. I got back to the family and showed the little girls the toys. We played for a little while…but then my foot started hurting…BAD. So I looked down – and I was POURING blood from part of my foot and my toe! “Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness. Don’t freak out…don’t freak out…” I didn’t want to scare the family, so I politely excused myself, and ran back out into the rain, and back into the breakroom.
I called my boss (a very kind woman who I’d know for a few years by then) and explained to her what had happened. She told me to come over to the farmyard (yes, there was a farmyard a this “unnamed attraction”) and she would bandage me up. (She used sterile items from the veterinary area of the farmyard.) So back out into the rain I went, limping all the way. When I got there, she sat me on a stool, washed my foot and bandaged me up. I didn’t get in trouble – she didn’t even lecture me about safety and the importance of wearing shoes at work.
Pretty amazing, hu? What boss do you know that would wash and bandage your nasty bleeding feet? I still think of how incredibly kind that was of her.
The company I work for is based in the principals of servant leadership. In fact, there’s a statue in our hallway of Jesus washing the feet of a disciple.