I have good news and bad news.
First the bad news:
We have this large-format printer at work, and I walk by it all the time on the way to the regular printer. Well, without warning me, somebody had the ink cartridges stuck part-way out (and believe me, large-format printers have some hella-large ink cartridges). As I was walking to the regular printer, I was swinging my arms perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, and I whapped the bony top part of my hand really hard on the ink cartridge.
Ow ow ow. I’m going to have a big bruise, I can tell. It hurts to type, and I have to type a lot in this job.
The good news: I got a raise. I don’t think it’s related to my injury, though.
Hey, that makes me wonder…should I cite this as an on-the-job injury? I might get workwoman’s comp. Hm…
Congratulations! I know you deserve it.
Hey, at least the ink cartridges didn’t spew all over you.
Way to go, honey (for getting the raise, not wacking your hand). You always make your ol’ mom so proud.
i bet you got the raise for not being a pussy about it.