Well the long weekend is over and it is back to work for most of us. Today started out fairly nice, unfortunately it did not stay that way completely. I got to work this morning and was told that the only thing I realy had on my schedule to finish for the day was to move some spools of cable and lock them up. Easy enough!!

First I am taken to the location of these "spools" so I can get a count of how many and see how far I have to move them. There were only 18 of them stacked there and I only had to move them about 500 yards or so, "No Problem".

Yeah right, Now they tell me that no one is available to help me move them and that as they needed to be done by the end of the day. Again, no problem right. I mean the spools them selves are only about 2 feet tall and about 1 1/2 feet wide, How bad can it be.

Oh, about 260 pounds a piece bad. Now I am not a big guy but I can carry my own, however I am very recently recovering from a mild hernia and realy am not supposed to be lifting anything too heavy. Especialy something that I find out has posted right on it "3 or 4 man lift".

Next I find out that all the working trucks have been dispatched and that I have to find other meens of moving said spools. Well, I get a hold of a nice new dolly to move the spools. I walk over and set the dolly up and grab the first spool. The spools by the way are stacked on top of each other 3 high. As I am pulling the spool off slowly as to not hurt my self again the spool underneith it slips, spins, and shoots out like a fucking cannon ball only to hit me right square in the shin. Lucky, nothing is broke but my pride a little. I do however have this aching bleeding sore on my leg and the day just begun.

I get mad and start hurling these things around like they are pillows, getting a few strange looks from passer byes. After all, I am throwing these spools like they are not much of anything and I have a blood soaked pant leg and I am sure a wrather disturbing look on my face.

Any way, I load 2 spools at a time and walk them over to the new location and re-stack them accordingly. I get down to the last 5 and I go to grab a spool that is on the ground. I pick it up and begin to turn only to find out a piece of the cable that is on it is stuck UNDER the stack that is behind it. It gives it just enough of a jerk to bring the stack tumbeling down and the top spool landing on my foot opposite of the leg that was injured to begin with.

Now I am beyond pissed, My right leg bleeding and missing a prety good streatch of skin. My left foot throbbing with every heart beat and every step.

Lucky me, no serious broken bones, my foot feels ok now but I do have two broken toes from it and of course lets not forget the badly bruised and bleeding shin. I finished the job about 3 hours after starting it, locked everything up, returned the dolly to the place I found it and walked back into my office.

With a look of horror, My platoon seargent asks if everything worked out ok very sarcasticly. I proceeded to tell him this story and then ended it with "I am going home now to tend to my wounds and I won't be back untill tomorrow."

He was speechless at first but then nodded his head and let me go. I think he realized that I was going to be no good to no one the rest of the day. With the pain and anger I need some me time.

Well, now 3 rum and cokes into my evening I am feeling much better. So I am off to surf on BE for a while.

Take care and be safer than me,lol.

Where duty is plain, delay is both foolish and hazardous; where it is not, delay may provide both wisdom and safety.

Tryon Edwards (1809 - 1894)