Post by AndyKaid on Jul 24, 2004 1:41:47 GMT -5
Yup. On the job injury. Long story...
There was this kid I was working with who had been pissing me off all summer. I'd put up with his sh*t for the past five weeks and not really retalliated or anything. See, the kid had been expelled from school for beating someone up, throwing them through a wall, pulling them out, then beating them again. His uncle had politicked him into getting a job at the school we were working at even though the headmaster didn't want him there.
Anywoo, he's this big, obnoxious kid who grates on your nerves worse than Allison Danger's voice. To make matters worse, he had this on-going thing where he'd throw things at me when I wasn't looking. This day in particular, he threw two balls at me; one nailed me in the arm and the other hit me, uh, below the belt. After five weeks of this sh*t, I'd had it. I blew a freaking gasket the likes of which I never had. I didn't want to attack him directly since he's pretty big (think Samoa Joe if he dropped 40 pounds), so I started throwing things around the room (i.e. desks, the ball he threw at my sack, etc.). Then I kicked the back of a cafeteria seat really hard and it didn't budge. After that, I say down and when the adreneline wore off, I could barely walk.
The next day I went to the doctor's, then to an x-ray place, and eventually to the emergency room. It turns out I had fractured my fourth metatarsal pretty far down, so they put me in a splint in the ER. On Wednesday I went to an Orthopedic Surgeon who gave me a flat shoe to walk around in for the next six weeks.
So, the moral of our story kids, is that contrary to what I said before (work sucks, and then you die), work sucks... and then you break your foot.
I'm not a very litigatious person, so I don't want to take this to court, HOWEVER does anyone think I have a case?
There was this kid I was working with who had been pissing me off all summer. I'd put up with his sh*t for the past five weeks and not really retalliated or anything. See, the kid had been expelled from school for beating someone up, throwing them through a wall, pulling them out, then beating them again. His uncle had politicked him into getting a job at the school we were working at even though the headmaster didn't want him there.
Anywoo, he's this big, obnoxious kid who grates on your nerves worse than Allison Danger's voice. To make matters worse, he had this on-going thing where he'd throw things at me when I wasn't looking. This day in particular, he threw two balls at me; one nailed me in the arm and the other hit me, uh, below the belt. After five weeks of this sh*t, I'd had it. I blew a freaking gasket the likes of which I never had. I didn't want to attack him directly since he's pretty big (think Samoa Joe if he dropped 40 pounds), so I started throwing things around the room (i.e. desks, the ball he threw at my sack, etc.). Then I kicked the back of a cafeteria seat really hard and it didn't budge. After that, I say down and when the adreneline wore off, I could barely walk.
The next day I went to the doctor's, then to an x-ray place, and eventually to the emergency room. It turns out I had fractured my fourth metatarsal pretty far down, so they put me in a splint in the ER. On Wednesday I went to an Orthopedic Surgeon who gave me a flat shoe to walk around in for the next six weeks.
So, the moral of our story kids, is that contrary to what I said before (work sucks, and then you die), work sucks... and then you break your foot.
I'm not a very litigatious person, so I don't want to take this to court, HOWEVER does anyone think I have a case?
