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I've Fallen and I Can't....
Friday, January 27th, 2006 06:49 amGeez. Two days in a row, I've taken a dive.
Wednesday night after work, I was dropping off some mail, and pulled my car up to a curb, left it running with the door open and stepped over the ice that was in the gutter, while telling myself, don't step on the ice. I turned around to get back in the car and caught the edge of the ice, causing me to land on my ass on the curb and proceed to slide into the gutter and under the car. The result of this was I barked both my shins on the underside of the car as my legs shot under and I scraped up my left hand. I also had a nice bruise and small goose egg on my left knee. Klutz.
Thursday during work, I was walking out to tour the building, following behind our electrician's PM, when I caught the toe of my boot under the edge of a board that was mostly covering a mud hole. I pitched forward, landing on all fours, but not before inappropriately groping the PM and nearly knocking him and his very light khakis to the ground also. When I came to rest, I was wrist-deep in black, sticky, oozy mud and my pants were similarly coated from my knees to my toes. My hard hat was also in the dirt. With no running water on site, it took a full bottle of drinking water to rinse enough mud off my hands so that 4 wet wipes could finish the clean up. I ignored the pants. Also, both my knees are now layered with bruises, and I've scraped the heel of my right hand. ::sigh::
I know I'm not the most graceful gal in the world, but this is ridiculous. The only good thing was that even though I was embarassed, and blurted out something about "falling on my ass" to the PM, he just seemed concerned. He told me to take a deep breath, and later he loosened up a bit, and let a few mild 4-letter words creep into the conversation. I always feel like such a schlub standing next to him in my thermal undershirt, insulated flannel shirt and mud-caked jeans, but hey, it's construction.
It's been a heck of a long time since I fell that spectacularly on a job. And the last time, no one was around to see me do it. Of course, after I climbed back up the steep, muddy hill I had practically rolled down, I was covered head-to-foot in red clay, so everyone noticed, and had to give me a hard time.
Wednesday night after work, I was dropping off some mail, and pulled my car up to a curb, left it running with the door open and stepped over the ice that was in the gutter, while telling myself, don't step on the ice. I turned around to get back in the car and caught the edge of the ice, causing me to land on my ass on the curb and proceed to slide into the gutter and under the car. The result of this was I barked both my shins on the underside of the car as my legs shot under and I scraped up my left hand. I also had a nice bruise and small goose egg on my left knee. Klutz.
Thursday during work, I was walking out to tour the building, following behind our electrician's PM, when I caught the toe of my boot under the edge of a board that was mostly covering a mud hole. I pitched forward, landing on all fours, but not before inappropriately groping the PM and nearly knocking him and his very light khakis to the ground also. When I came to rest, I was wrist-deep in black, sticky, oozy mud and my pants were similarly coated from my knees to my toes. My hard hat was also in the dirt. With no running water on site, it took a full bottle of drinking water to rinse enough mud off my hands so that 4 wet wipes could finish the clean up. I ignored the pants. Also, both my knees are now layered with bruises, and I've scraped the heel of my right hand. ::sigh::
I know I'm not the most graceful gal in the world, but this is ridiculous. The only good thing was that even though I was embarassed, and blurted out something about "falling on my ass" to the PM, he just seemed concerned. He told me to take a deep breath, and later he loosened up a bit, and let a few mild 4-letter words creep into the conversation. I always feel like such a schlub standing next to him in my thermal undershirt, insulated flannel shirt and mud-caked jeans, but hey, it's construction.
It's been a heck of a long time since I fell that spectacularly on a job. And the last time, no one was around to see me do it. Of course, after I climbed back up the steep, muddy hill I had practically rolled down, I was covered head-to-foot in red clay, so everyone noticed, and had to give me a hard time.
