We Have A Bleeder
There's nothing like a meat slicer accident to bring you close to someone. I've always told our employees, "The only way to know how to be truly safe around the slicer is to operate it incorrectly." I know this, or my right knuckle, knows this from experience. Up until now we've been fortunate enough that all slicing mishaps have been minor, but today Jacque got a little intimate with a machine that demands boundaries.
I believe that we 'restaurant' people ( I can just barely call myself this), like ER folks, crave a certain degree of chaos to which they can bring some order. Though there wasn't much real drama in today's episode, I do enjoy a deflection from my usual "emergency situations," like finding a parking space at noon on a Federal Holiday, in lieu of a non-life threatening medical emergency, luckily not my own. I have endured enough of my own visits to the emergency room due to work-related accidents to know that it's not the time to be alone, and I would go so far as to say Jacque and I had kind of a nice time together. Then again, I wasn't the one having novocain injected into my (missing) fingernail. Once she had a room, we were able to enjoy about half of Liz Taylor and Richard Burton's "Cleopatra" on AMC. It took 3 nurses to stop the bleeding in her finger. I badly wanted a hamburger when we left the hospital.
And they say nothing interesting ever happens on President's Day. Jacque is going to have to deal with a little time off. And though now short one employee and in desperate need of a guardian angel disguised as a drill sargent-slash-management specialist (remember Alice's hard-ass cousin on The Brady Bunch? I need her), today felt strangely restorative, putting everything a little more in perspective. Obey the Slicer.
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Get well soon Jacque! Ouch!
How heartwarming. One time I "suprised" my friend who was cleaning the meat slicer at work because I thought it was off, when she jumped I then realized it was on! Years later I still feel like a total douche.I hope your finger feels good real soon Jacque!
nicole you best be staying at reading frenzy with habits like those!
ok, this is gross, but how often do you get to share a good slicer story?!
SO, at my old job in austin at a small cafe/caterer the slicer was OLD, like from the 30s or something, and the handle/guard was broken off. so one day one of the guys was slicing, just holding the turkey in place with his hand, and got a little too frugal with the last of the breast...and sliced a silver dollar sized piece of his palm off. the cushy part near the thumb. my co-worker marc joked about throwing it on the grill, but you know, health code always ruins a good time. and from then on our co-worker melissa wouldn't use the slicer because "i'm a musician. my hands are my life." like the rest of us don't use ours.
the sliced co-worker was fine. and shortly thereafter his band got signed to capitol records and he quit.
true story.
the end.
mee too! mee too!
one time i cut off my entire leg in the meat slicer.