When you are as klutzy as I am accidents are bound to happen. I happen to hurt myself all the time. The most rediculous accidents happen at work. Even though there hasnt been anything too bad it was still a little rediculous.
One incredibly slow saturday I wore my jeans and blue Abercrombie tank top and my blue flip flops and set to work in the basement of Abercrombie finding clothes in the back stock shelves that needed to be stocked upstairs. I pulled a large pile of clothes out of the shelves and gathered them up and took them upstairs. When I got up the stairs and started to pull open the large heavy door, the door rolled over my foot breaking off half of my toe nail and scratching part of my foot.
At first it didnt seem that bad, and because of all of the clothes in my hand I couldnt really see the damage. I dropped the clothes off in the "prep room" and went back downstairs. Then I saw the damage.
my toe was gushing blood, and although it didnt tear all the way off the nail might as well have not been there.
after looking in both bathrooms for a bandaid I found one of the managers to ask him what I should do. He pulled a tiny bandage from a filing cabinent and ran out of the room at the sight of my bleeding toe. I attempted to bandaid my nail back onto the toe but because it wasnt actually attached it hurt a lot. and the amount of blood didnt make the little bandage I had very effective. I got home and told my mom what happened. of course her first reaction was to sue. My reaction was to pull the rest of my nail off. Which I did. Eventually my nail grew back and everything was fine.
Months later at another abercrombie, where the backstock bays are literally from floor to ceiling I was once again gathering clothes to put out on the floor. I had seen some of the other employees climb up on the bays to reach clothes on the top shelves. So as I glared up at the dark blue polo shirts that I needed to get down I grabbed the pole and bottom of the shelves and started climbing. When I got the shirt down I dropped it on to the floor and started climbing down. At this point about two shelves up I underestimated the height between the shelf I was standing on and the floor. So I jump down. unable to land on my feet I landed on my hands and knees some how. I stayed in that position when I was on the ground for a minute or two thinking about what had just happened and catching my breath. I was okay but I am terrorfied of those shelves now.
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At first it didnt seem that bad, and because of all of the clothes in my hand I couldnt really see the damage. I dropped the clothes off in the "prep room" and went back downstairs. Then I saw the damage.
my toe was gushing blood, and although it didnt tear all the way off the nail might as well have not been there.
after looking in both bathrooms for a bandaid I found one of the managers to ask him what I should do. He pulled a tiny bandage from a filing cabinent and ran out of the room at the sight of my bleeding toe. I attempted to bandaid my nail back onto the toe but because it wasnt actually attached it hurt a lot. and the amount of blood didnt make the little bandage I had very effective. I got home and told my mom what happened. of course her first reaction was to sue. My reaction was to pull the rest of my nail off. Which I did. Eventually my nail grew back and everything was fine.
Months later at another abercrombie, where the backstock bays are literally from floor to ceiling I was once again gathering clothes to put out on the floor. I had seen some of the other employees climb up on the bays to reach clothes on the top shelves. So as I glared up at the dark blue polo shirts that I needed to get down I grabbed the pole and bottom of the shelves and started climbing. When I got the shirt down I dropped it on to the floor and started climbing down. At this point about two shelves up I underestimated the height between the shelf I was standing on and the floor. So I jump down. unable to land on my feet I landed on my hands and knees some how. I stayed in that position when I was on the ground for a minute or two thinking about what had just happened and catching my breath. I was okay but I am terrorfied of those shelves now.
Next time on Clothing Store Crisises: Pretty enough for a model
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