Oopsy Daisies!

Well, I thought my spurt of clumsiness at Whistler was short-lived, but unfortunately, that isn't the case.

Yesterday, one of my coworkers asked why I was wearing a temporary badge instead of my Boeing-issued badge at work while I was standing up. I looked at my badge while he pointed at it, and proceeded to explain that I had somehow lost my badge. Just then, I noticed that the badge holder had a cracked corner. Presumably from my fat ass bending over to sit down which caught the badge in between my two body parts.

Anyway, after I had explained myself, I went to fix the badge holder. Just like a hang nail you can't seem to ignore but to pull and yank at it, I similarly did so with the corner of my rather hard plastic badge holder. When I couldn't tear it off, I applied more pressure.

A few seconds later, the entire floor heard a loud ouch! following a rather distinctive snap. I had successfully broken off the corner piece, but totally failed to realize that the hard plastic would make for a rather sharp edge, thus slicing open a portion of my thumb.

At first I thought it was minor, just a little scratch. While my coworker sat there in his cubicle with a grin the size of the Grand Canyon and laughed his ass off, I jokingly accused him of being an insensitive ass for not worrying about my "injury." He challenged the severity of my scratch, so I went further with the joke and showed him my thumb.

He immediately stopped laughing after he took a look at my thumb. Noticing that it wasn't funny for him anymore, I decided that I should take a look at the thumb myself, and holy shit! I really did slice open my thumb!!!

Damn! When the hell is this clumsiness ever gonna stop?