So I’m sitting here at work watching the last of the mandatory webcasts dealing with all the changes that’ve been going on related to the whole Sarbanes Oxley legislation when I get a phone call from the delivery guy dropping off some of the PCs who wants to know where he should go to make the delivery. I direct him to our building’s dock and head there myself to accept the delivery. I walk over to the garage door and hit the button to open it and as I do I notice there’s a partially dismantled filing cabinet in front of the door that has been caught by the door’s lip and is tipping over. Instinctively I reach out to grab it and end up slicing open three of my fingers on my left hand on a sharp edge.
My index and middle fingers have largely superficial cuts that penetrate the first layer or two of skin and my ring and pinky got a little scraped up. The sort of cuts that leave you with annoying flaps of skin that you’re never sure if you should tear off or try to press back into place. Hurts more than it should and bleeds like crazy because of the capillaries, but is more of an annoyance than anything else. So I sprayed my fingers with disinfectant and wrapped a bandage around each one and set about having a good sulk over it. Sulking doesn’t really accomplish anything, as my mother often pointed out to me as I was growing up, but sometimes it does make you feel a little better.
On the plus side, this being the Friday before a holiday weekend, there are a minimum of people in the building as many opted to take the day off for a nice four day weekend. Most of the folks that are here are leaving early so I’ll probably slide out of here a little ahead of schedule myself. I can access my email from home and I have my pager so without any meetings to attend I have little reason to be physically present at this point. So I’ll finish up one or two things I was working on before I damaged my fingers and then follow the herd on out of here before my day gets any worse.