Damn the Cutter

I had a bad accident at work today. I thought my whole left thumb would fall apart. Damn that cutter! I was trying to cut the acoustic board to give as a sample to the supplier. But I ended up cutting myself instead. It was actually an accident waiting to happen. I knew I couldn’t cut the hard board with just a cutter. But I was stubborn. All I remembered was that I was bent on cutting the thing, and then the next thing I know my thumb is bleeding already. I thought it wasn't going to stop. The person who was waiting to get the sample must have a scare out of his life. He was actually looking on to see if I had already cut it into pieces. Being clumsy that I am, I forced the cutter into the thick board until the cutter snapped and went straight down to my poor thumb. I actually broke a third of the blade. I left the person outside and went to ask for help. I had blood on the floor and cabinet. I stained my pants as well. It was a good thing though I decided not to wear white today. I was actually wearing white this morning but I decided to change last minute. My officemates were kind enough to give me tissue and alcohol. My boss (not my supervisor…my other boss.) was extra kind enough to help me in stopping the blood from gushing out. She wrapped a rubber band around my thumb tightly. And it worked wonder in minutes. Now I know. Next time something like this happens to me or somebody else (I hope not), I’ll know what to do. After my brief chaotic moment, I went outside to meet the person I left at the lobby. And guess what? He had the thing perfectly cut out. He should have spoken up earlier. My thumb still hurts. It’s literally sticking out like a sore thumb. It’s so painful even with just the slightest pressure put on it. Just moments ago, I used my left hand in stapling some papers totally forgetting about my thumb. The pain was excruciating. It's almost the same as getting your hands accidentally jambed into a door, only this time multiply the pain by ten times. No make that three. Because it's still sore, just a slight brush or a slight bump of my left thumb makes me want to swear !#$%, which I don't do by the way. It's a good thing it wasn't my right thumb or else it would have left me pretty useless the whole day.

Anyways, besides having realized that I should be careful with even the smallest thing such as a cutter…I also realized that I don’t want to grow old single. Haha I know it has no connection with the thumb realization. But anyway, it’s slowly dawning upon me how sad life would be if there's nobody to share it with. I used to let myself think that I could be happy whether alone or not. They say you don’t need somebody to be happy for true happiness is found within the self. As much as I would like to agree, I am beginning to think otherwise. Though I know it really depends on the person's circumstances because happiness does vary from one person to another. But for now, I would like to believe that having a blissful married life is more fulfilling than a solitary one.

Before anything else, I want to clarify that this discussion has nothing to do with my present life whatsoever or is connected in any way to what I am feeling right now. It's just something that I would like to reflect on after having been exposed to more than my usual fare of married people, and where the single people are considered a minority at work. I can't help but compare especially after seeing some of my happy married officemates and then having a forty-plus years old for a supervisor whom I must say, I am not so fond of these past few days. And did I mention that she is is single? Yes she is, and she's giving me enough reason to believe that my theory is true.