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A piece of equipment broke catastrophically and I was set on fire. The only thing I could think about was that I was glad that it was me and not one of the many new hires, because I was barely injured and I believe that one of them had a pretty good chance of being badly injired. My only regret is that the endorphins hit me HARD and I basically just hosed myself down, threw on bandaids and tape, and went back to work. I wish someone told me to go take a break, because I'm pretty sure I would have chosen to go to the urgent care. By the time I got home and all, there wasn't much point and the urgent care was closed. But my bandaids are basically fused into my skin rn and the pain is still getting worse by the hour. It was when I went to take a shower and the water felt like being stabbed all over that I realized I probably should have gone to the urgent care.

The best part is that NO ONE NOTICED when I caught on fire, or if they did they went totally bystander effect mode and did nothing. Like, the flames got sucked up into the hood vent, like I lost both my eyebrows, and half my eyelashes, and my sideburns. I ran away, cussing, and ripped off my apron and coat and just leaned over into the dish sink and ran the water over my face and arms, and I looked down and there was burnt hair and blood. One of my coworkers walked by and saw it all and literally just turned around and left. Didn't tell anyone that I was hurt. About an hour later, she quit on the spot LOL- I don't know what was going through her head. Probably something like "this ain't worth the money."

I'm still kinda riding the endorphin high, I've got to be honest. I guess it's better than having any sort of ptsd feelings about it. Every time I see my hands and my face I'm like, !!!holy shit, I was on fire!!!. I remember how it felt, and how no one reacted whatsoever, and how strongly I was on autopilot mode afterwards. I only have a couple tiny spots of any real burns- it was mostly just a big WOOSH fireball situation that singed my entire front body and caught my sideburns and clothes on fire that lasted after the fireball. I usually have pretty low appiteite but for some reason I've been insanely hungry and feeling chatty and hyper since this happened.
 
I'm doing a lot better after the operation, I am up an walking about slowly and I'm under orders to not bend over to much or lift much more heavy than a cup of tea so picking the dog's up for a cuddle is off the table for now but they know Dad's not well an are being a good bunch of ravenous biscuit monsters and not trying to get me to play with them or trying to climb on me to get comfy - I'm not using that contraption of pain on wheels to get around the house, I've really come to hate those things and have developed a serious level of respect for anyone who has to suffer with them and I am already looking into how to make them comfortable an more useful.

My little watchmakers / micro machine shop is going to stay within the house but when I am better it's getting moved to the basement because while I've always like playing with the small stuff I've developed a real taste for it and I can see myself spending many happy hour in my dotage down there making small precise mechanisms, it's nice tapping a hammer rated in 10 - 50g rather than in lbs, that I can do mostly sitting down.

A piece of equipment broke catastrophically and I was set on fire. The only thing I could think about was that I was glad that it was me and not one of the many new hires, because I was barely injured and I believe that one of them had a pretty good chance of being badly injired. My only regret is that the endorphins hit me HARD and I basically just hosed myself down, threw on bandaids and tape, and went back to work. I wish someone told me to go take a break, because I'm pretty sure I would have chosen to go to the urgent care. By the time I got home and all, there wasn't much point and the urgent care was closed. But my bandaids are basically fused into my skin rn and the pain is still getting worse by the hour. It was when I went to take a shower and the water felt like being stabbed all over that I realized I probably should have gone to the urgent care.

The best part is that NO ONE NOTICED when I caught on fire, or if they did they went totally bystander effect mode and did nothing. Like, the flames got sucked up into the hood vent, like I lost both my eyebrows, and half my eyelashes, and my sideburns. I ran away, cussing, and ripped off my apron and coat and just leaned over into the dish sink and ran the water over my face and arms, and I looked down and there was burnt hair and blood. One of my coworkers walked by and saw it all and literally just turned around and left. Didn't tell anyone that I was hurt. About an hour later, she quit on the spot LOL- I don't know what was going through her head. Probably something like "this ain't worth the money."

I'm still kinda riding the endorphin high, I've got to be honest. I guess it's better than having any sort of ptsd feelings about it. Every time I see my hands and my face I'm like, !!!holy shit, I was on fire!!!. I remember how it felt, and how no one reacted whatsoever, and how strongly I was on autopilot mode afterwards. I only have a couple tiny spots of any real burns- it was mostly just a big WOOSH fireball situation that singed my entire front body and caught my sideburns and clothes on fire that lasted after the fireball. I usually have pretty low appiteite but for some reason I've been insanely hungry and feeling chatty and hyper since this happened.

I am talking as a Blacksmith here, someone who is used to getting singed an burned -

YOU HAVE A BURN THAT REQUIRES MEDICAL ATTENTION GO AN GET IT NOW!!!!


Burns are a very insidious injury the immediate effects can go quite stealthy but you have harmed an damaged tissue and that an and will lead to complex injury's down the road you can not treat on your own, Please, Please ,Please go and get this checked out. People get sepsis, necrosis and all kinds of infections from poorly, badly an untreated burns and I have seen the worst side effects of this happen to people who have taken care of wounds, please for your own sake don't let this happen to you, an go an get yourself checked out.
 
Saw a phone, found it pretty, with decent specs, pretty good cameras, a not ridiculously high price and it feels nice when holding it. Now I have a new phone that I hope will last a long time. It even came with a small extra gift!
Little bit of a secret: always pay attention to what happens in Chile.
Whatever happens there is likely to happen in the US a few years later.
Dude, I AM from Chile. What the fuck did this country do to deserve this niggermutt invasion shit? And every time a new shitter horde arrives, they all go "oh maybe the previous one wasn't so bad". The next horde here will definitely be pajeets, and then they will all say "oh maybe venecos weren't so bad" just like they said "oh maybe masisis comegatos weren't so bad" when venecos arrived. Dumbasses.
 
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Its bad. Job work is going well but a family member pissed me off today.
I literally could not think I was so pissed. The fucking audacity of the MF. I help his ass out, he breaks a promise to me then demands more (insults me in the process).
Now he is trying to back pedal and lie to my face (or rather text since he doesn't have the balls to speak in person) on what was said. Still trying to settle this shit face to face, and getting other family members to back me up.

As Null said, no good deed goes unpunished.
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I can't wait to jump states so much its unreal.
 
Had some overpaid consultant in to talk about "teamwork" and "team personalities", and it was just so fucking infuriating to see her trying to relate this corporate office drama bullshit to our relatively simple and backbreaking work. "When you do tasks-" bitch we do the same fucking role all of us. Nothing in our job requires different skills. I could gauge all the buzzwords she used and how they'd be used in a corporate setting, further reminding me how far I am from an office job.

And in some way, thank god. I don't want physical labor employment for another 30-40 years but I also clearly need something concrete to work with. I tell myself I'd be okay with endless meetings and soft values but comparing that to meeting, working, and going home with a few smalltalks in between, yuck. On another note we have to coordinate our holiday cover shifts in December ourselves and I've basically thrown myself on the spear and taken the new year's shift entirely, yet feel like I need to pussyfoot about it instead of going "I'm doing yall a favor".

Sure lovely to be a doormat by nature.
 
So I'm at the hospital waiting to get my throat looked at, and my boss messaged me to say yesterday was my last day at this work site. The two are unrelated but I am so happy to be going home tomorrow. It sounds like they are happy with me so I have a review meeting that may happen next week and I should be invited to future job sites
 
My grandma died. She's finally at peace but I wanted more time with her :(

She's the reason I love horror movies and cats. When I was little she would put aside some money every week to buy me my favorite fruits and was always happy to bake a cake when I visited her. Always let me listen to my favorite music out loud when I was at her house and I will miss her so much, she was so important to me.
 
I have a performance review on Monday and if it doesn't go well, there are rumors of layoffs coming. And I don't trust my boss.
Praying it goes well for you, fren :)

TAX: Performance review at work went as I expected. Some things were good, some stuff I sucked at, but the main issue is that I don't know how much of a raise I'll get until December.
 
I have a performance review on Monday and if it doesn't go well, there are rumors of layoffs coming. And I don't trust my boss.
My job shuttered its location in my town and merged with another, making my commute 3 hours. Yyyeeahh...nah. So I guess I'm unemployed. Again. Tempted to change my user title to "anti-workist" or some variation.
 
1:30 last night my mom had a stroke.

Dad called my brother from wherever he was, came immediately, they drove her to hospital. They visited her today and got the information: can verbalize, move toes and fingers, seems aware. Dad Called me two hours ago. Am taking long weekend to focus on her and visit when I can. Leaving first thing tomorrow for a night's sleep and early morning avoid traffic to hospital.

I am scared.
 
Went to the doctor after the continuous fryer line fireball incident.👍👍👍
The burns are all superficial, however they worried about lung damage because of my facial hair having been burnt off.Long story short I have [walking] bacterial pnemonia AGAIN but it's almost certainly not from this, it's a conplication I've had several times due to aspiration episodes/existing issues. I am still kinda rattled and I was trying to get some of my buddies to go with me on a hike because that always helps but they were like "wtf bliblbl you need to stay home and lay down and shut up." I'm still riding that adrenaline high and still am thinking pretty often about the experience, it makes me want to paint or something gay like that, especially since I don't have to go back to work until they fix that shit.
 
Just came back from the funeral. It was painful but also lovely to see how many people loved my grandma. I couldn't stay close to the casket that much, though. My relatives were touching her hand, giving forehead kisses and all, but I looked at her lying there lifeless and I just... That was her but at the same time wasn't her. I just couldn't bring myself to touch her hand and not feel the warmth.
Everyone would comment how much she loved me, how she talked about me all the time. Even relatives who haven't seen me for 20 years, as soon they heard my name they would comment how much she loved me. And I loved her too. What am I supposed to do with this love that I feel for her now? She's not here anymore.

Sorry for sounding gay and shit, but this is the first time I've lost someone so close to me. Dad comforted me through the whole funeral and said that it's part of life and it will happen more often as I get older. But damn, I will miss my grandma.

And as soon I got home I received a message on LinkedIn from a recruiter from a huge company saying that she liked my profile and wants to talk about a role. You can feel joy and sadness at the same time, I suppose.
 
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