Unprepared In The Worst Way
“I used to work at a fast food chicken place. (For anonymity reasons I’d rather not say which one but I’m sure most can guess)
One night I was working with my co-worker, we’ll call him Andrew. Andrew was a big dude working in a small kitchen.
It was kind of cramped and it was hard for him to move around. That night he went into the chicken cooler and ended up slipping on some chicken grease. His foot flung forward and he fell backward into the wall, but the wall had metal paneling on it.
One of these panels was bent on the corner, so when he slipped he subsequently sliced his back from the bottom of his back up to beyond his shoulder blade by landing on this bent corner.
He screamed out in pain, I ran over and asked what’s wrong since I didn’t witness it.
‘My back, my back dude, it hurts so freaking bad!’ I saw blood staining the back of his shirt and screamed to my manager to call an ambulance. I rushed over and sat him up and told him I was going to take his shirt off so I could put pressure on the wound.
When I lifted that shirt, holy crap.
Imagine taking a hunk of meat and slicing it with one, even slice using a Katana. That’s what it looked like. I kind of automatically went ‘holy moly’ and he asked if it was bad, I told him ‘Nah…’
My manager, instead of calling an ambulance, called THE DISTRICT FREAKING MANAGER and instead of the district manager yelling at him to call an ambulance, he instead wanted an entire description of what’s going on.
My other manager and my store manager began to argue about this, while I was asking my other co-workers to find a first aid kit. (cont.)