At 24, I am the youngest in the office. Today there was an injury. Someone received a laceration to the leg, not too serious. We have yet to replace the Safety Coordinator who would normally handle these situations. I'm hanging out on the other side of the building wasting time, being a dork, and socializing and I received the call, 'Todd, please dial 407.' I call. 'Hey Todd, its Cathy. We have an injury and John is in a meeting, can you handle it?'. What am I supposed to do? [Fuckers]. I find as much paperwork as I can and make my way to my office where The Injured is waiting...in my office...bleeding. I give him the paperwork to complete and walk briskly to find a First Aid Kit [since no one else thought of it] and gather the most useless items such as burn cream, a tourniquet, and a breathing strip for myself but also more relevant things like gauze, anitbiotic ointment, and bandages. The entire time I was questioning why I was elected to treat the individual, and most importantly why did he take his bleeding leg into my office?

Also, the Canon copier and I spent some quality time. It seems as though others neglect her. On two occasions there were jams and no one took the time to repair the problem. I follow the instructions on the wonderful touch screen and gladly open her up and removed the obstruction. Later in the investigation I find that the original document belonged to HR. I stroll over to her office and place the original on her desk with a knowing glance...she knew I knew.


they call you echo, because you always answer