Did myself a good one tonight. I cut the tip of my right index finger d___ed near off; it's at least a flap rather than totally open (sorry, gross) but it's going to be annoying for at least a week. How did this happen? While blazing through a sack of onions with my AS nakiri? Nope. Furiously chopping a case of Romaine with my brand new 270? Nope. Wielding my 12" Sab on the line? Another nope. I somehow slipped while cleaning my peeler between the first and second waves of dinner. It went beyond the category of "well, I knew better than to do that" past "wasn't even thinking" all the way to "how did that even happen?" I can't even figure it out. Might have been a hole in the towel. Worst of all, it's my personal peeler, but it's a bloody (ha) peeler -- I could have chucked it in the dish pit and retrieved it later. Anyone ever done something that feels that level of dumb?
a couple months ago I was working a brunch shift. we were cleaning up, and I knocked my knife off the board. Knowing my trash can was next to me, with god knows what in it, I tried to catch my knife (which I had JUST sharpened the night before, she was shaving hair with the grain...) needless to say, I sliced the hell out my finger. probably needed stitches, but I'm not a *****, so I stepped outside for a few minutes and held pressure, and elevated it above my head for a while. eventually, it stopped bleeding, but the SOB hurt!
Another time, we were in the **** big time on a Friday night. I just finished cooking a steak in a saute pan with butter and duck fat (we don't have a grill station, so at the time, steaks came off saute). the duck fat was still smoking. I went to move the pan out of the way so I can start a pasta, and when I did so, I hit the handle of another pan and the oil came back and splashed on my hand. INSTANTLY blistered. took several weeks to heal completely. Luckily the restaurant's owner is a physician and he was there that night and was able to fix me up enough to get through the rest of the shift.
Lastly, I was in dry storage last weekend getting a #10 can of tomatoes so I can make Picante sauce for brunch. We keep the canned tomatoes on the top shelf, stacked 3 high, and to get to the shelf, you either have to move a bunch of stuff out the way, or stand on a cart that we use to store rice and stuff in. Being the lazy college student I am, I stood on the cart, reached as far as I could to try and scoot the tomatoes closer to the edge from the bottom so I could grab one. Sure enough, the cans on top fell and caught my middle finger. Cut me pretty good, right behind the fingernail. fun times. fun times.