So tell me a tale.
I was standing to the side where I had been cutting some boards down to size. My boss(sort of, technically I'm a self-employed subcontractor, but I was working on a job for him at the time, this is my dad as well) hit a nail, which ricocheted back, hit me in the eye and I had to go to the hospital... where I was given morphine and had surgery on my eye.
4 months and 3 surgeries later... I can't see out of it, its incredibly light sensitive, waters off and on constantly, and it randomly hurts for no reason.
Anyway, if you can top my bad day at work... I'd be impressed. (Unless you're bombtek, he beats me)
Do I win?
I...umm...died....then...umm....got raised as a....umm...erm...ghoul...sure.
Do I win?
It is funny the things I will compete over.
This was a monitor that was within another RCA, so the protocol was doubled. Typically, in such a situation we will work through our 40 minute lunch and leave early. This was my first time. Did I mention that I am an insulin dependent diabetic?
Well, before we finished, I basically began to pass out from insulin shock within the RCA. I vaguely remember it causing quite a commotion.
The EMTs had to enter the RCA and bring me out. Afterward, they had to be thoroughly 'frisked' to check for contamination. I was performing a calibration at a checkpoint, so fortunately, I was not working in an area that had contamination.Actually, in the 26 years I have been an insulin dependent diabetic, I have had maybe 4 or 5 'episodes' at work. However, that may be the worst day even if not the worst episode of insulin shock at work.
@Touchfuzzy about eye injuries
Back in 2003 I worked in a plant that created products such as foam coolers and 'packing peanuts'. I repaired and changed the molds on the steam presses that created the foam products from compressed beads of foam.
While changing out a mold on a Saturday morning after all the steam, air, and other power sources had been shut off, not to mention the mold being disassembled and all protruding edges gone, I picked up a 'bead hose' (a thick flexible air hose through which foam beads were drawn to fill the mold...) from a pile of hoses. I wasn't wearing my safety glasses. Even though it did not in any noticeable way change the effort required to lift the hose, it caught on another and slightly flexed.
As it came loose it flew upward and hit my left eye. After the pain grew worse instead of reducing, I left work to have it checked out. Major Corneal Abrasion. I wore a patch for a couple of days but I still commonly suffered from some light sensitivity (with watering eyes...) when I woke up for about two years and still do from time to time.
So, I see where you are coming from even though my incident was not nearly as bad. My guess is that you will be stuck with the sensitivity and watering for a while.
Back in 2003 I worked in a plant that created products such as foam coolers and 'packing peanuts'. I repaired and changed the molds on the steam presses that created the foam products from compressed beads of foam.
While changing out a mold on a Saturday morning after all the steam, air, and other power sources had been shut off, not to mention the mold being disassembled and all protruding edges gone, I picked up a 'bead hose' (a thick flexible air hose through which foam beads were drawn to fill the mold...) from a pile of hoses. I wasn't wearing my safety glasses. Even though it did not in any noticeable way change the effort required to lift the hose, it caught on another and slightly flexed.
As it came loose it flew upward and hit my left eye. After the pain grew worse instead of reducing, I left work to have it checked out. Major Corneal Abrasion. I wore a patch for a couple of days but I still commonly suffered from some light sensitivity (with watering eyes...) when I woke up for about two years and still do from time to time.
So, I see where you are coming from even though my incident was not nearly as bad. My guess is that you will be stuck with the sensitivity and watering for a while.
I just figured I'd bump this back to the top of the page.
Any more worst days at work from the masses?
I'm just curious who has had the worst day at work out of everyone in the tavern.
BRAAAAAAAINZ!
:P
I tripped needless to say and spilled the mineral spirits all the way down my leg.I tried cleaning up in the bathroom because the stuff is corrosive (though I didn't understand just how corrosive till later) as well as carcinogenic (or in other words cancer causing). I had to go home and change clothes so I did.
I thought I had cleaned up my foot enough. So anyway I went back to work. Worked through the whole day, with a mild burning sensation in my foot. Took a shower the next day, my foot looked like it'd had a sun burn. Shrugged, figuring I didn't want to miss a day of work or get introuble (I had a real prize winning ass hat for a boss. Guy would be plastered drunk by 9:30 in the morning) I went to work.
The burning just kept getting worse and worse I made it to lunch time I think before I finally pulled the boot off to look at my foot, I had second degree burns!
I wound up missing a week because of that. And the only thing I was compensated for was the doctors visit.
Long ago, I was a gate guard at one of the lesser Gates at NAS North Island, with a 12 gauge.
We worked next to the airfield where F-14s did test flights after being repaired.
one day, sunny day, a few clouds, I'm at this gate, watching the hawks chase the rabbits out there, and I see this F-14 takes off on A/B, and going vertical, So i'm cheering at the Tech of the USN, cause it's loud and proud.
Few seconds later, this pilot's port engine flames out. I'm going man. Uh oh.
SO he rolls inverted, and on his back, he's heading out to sea. now descending. One engine. Now no engines, as the second engine flames out. So he's heading toward the ocean at like 400 + MPH, something like that.
*Big* splash.
So I'm looking around for a chute.
And looking
And looking.
I realize this guy tried to save the plane, / could not / did not want to punch out inverted.
I start screaming at the guy, "Get out!@" Useless, he's gone.
Worst day at work, ever. Seeing that, not being able to do. a. Damn. Thing.
When they pulled his plane out of the bay, (what was left) it looked like aluminum foil, crumpled, stuck together with bunches of wire. Not recognizable as anything remotely resembling an aircraft.
Me personally, would be any number of days when I got chemical burns, lacerations requiring incisions, or broken bones doing various missions, or just plain accidents.
Oh yeah, then the day we dropped a $30,000 piece of gear into about a mile of water, irretrievable, pretty much, without calling in naval assets that would have cost more to deploy than the piece of gear itself. I thought I was really done, that day.
The guy in charge of the thing we were doing took the political hit for that one.
Well, I was on my third tour to Iraq as a United States Air Force explosive ordnance disposal operator. For those of you unfamiliar with EOD, we are responsible for identifying and neutralizing everything from a firecracker to a thermonuclear device. In Iraq, the majority of our mission was to clear roadside IEDs (improvised explosive devices - bombs). On October 24, 2007, while while clearing an IED, it exploded two feet from my face. I was thrown 25 feet through the air, my left arm was traumatically amputated above the elbow (it was hanging by a couple of tendons), my left eye was basically blown out, and my right eye was so damaged I have absolutely no vision in it. All of my facial bones were severely fractured and I received numerous serious facial lacerations. I also received a collapsed lung.
I got right back up and, stumbling, called for the medic. So not only do I believe I take the cake for the worst day at work competition forever, I also win the most bad ass award for disarming a bomb with my face!!! :D
We had a service outage that lasted 3 days at one point. Basically all I was able to do was call our provider every hour on the hour and bug them about getting it turned back on.
That's probably not as bad as some other days, but it's recent and it sucked.
I was a security guard at the time. I worked night shifts, so I spent a lot of time by myself, just working on D&D stuff or whatever. Usually I'd never see another soul all night. Well, one evening I realize I have no food, so I go put several dollars into the vending machine and buy out all the little bags of Andy Capp's Hot Fries out of it. If you don't know what those are, they're basically spicy little potato crisps. After about seven little bags of these, I start to feel kinda sick.
I throw up.
I'm all alone at a post I cannot leave for hours with seven bags worth of spice-encrusted vomit coating and sticking to the inside of my throat. It burns. It burns so bad. I can taste nothing but hot, spicy vomit. Water does nothing.
Man that sucked.
My worst day at work . . .
Well, I was on my third tour to Iraq as a United States Air Force explosive ordnance disposal operator. For those of you unfamiliar with EOD, we are responsible for identifying and neutralizing everything from a firecracker to a thermonuclear device. In Iraq, the majority of our mission was to clear roadside IEDs (improvised explosive devices - bombs). On October 24, 2007, while while clearing an IED, it exploded two feet from my face. I was thrown 25 feet through the air, my left arm was traumatically amputated above the elbow (it was hanging by a couple of tendons), my left eye was basically blown out, and my right eye was so damaged I have absolutely no vision in it. All of my facial bones were severely fractured and I received numerous serious facial lacerations. I also received a collapsed lung.
I got right back up and, stumbling, called for the medic. So not only do I believe I take the cake for the worst day at work competition forever, I also win the most bad ass award for disarming a bomb with my face!!! :D
You put the world in perspective for a lot of us brother. Sorry for your trauma but thanks for serving the USA.
When I was in the Army I was the company clerk for about a year. I was part of an infantry unit. We had a sergeant taking advantage (sexually) of one of his subordinates. The lower ranking soldier decided to press charges after several months of this. The response from the sergeant was to kill shoot his subordinate and then kill himself. He tried to shoot at least one other who he had taken advantage of but that soldier managed to escape. Because I was the company clerk and an E-4 I had to be one of the people who guarded the body of one of my friends until CID was done investigating. I then had to do all the paperwork for my unit, inventorying both soldiers personal gear. I had to field questions from the press and work with the families of both soldiers. This was one of the worst days I have ever had.
A high level of suckage Bob. Sorry man.
Well, this isn't going to compare to bombtek, but my worst day at work:
I was a security guard at the time. I worked night shifts, so I spent a lot of time by myself, just working on D&D stuff or whatever. Usually I'd never see another soul all night. Well, one evening I realize I have no food, so I go put several dollars into the vending machine and buy out all the little bags of Andy Capp's Hot Fries out of it. If you don't know what those are, they're basically spicy little potato crisps. After about seven little bags of these, I start to feel kinda sick.
I throw up.
I'm all alone at a post I cannot leave for hours with seven bags worth of spice-encrusted vomit coating and sticking to the inside of my throat. It burns. It burns so bad. I can taste nothing but hot, spicy vomit. Water does nothing.
Man that sucked.
I have enjoyed these guys too and I can only imagine how bad they taste on a return trip. Can you still eat them or does the toxic stigma remain?