I love my job (the boss may read this).
It’s quite sedentary, excellent for an MSer, working as a project manager on a building site.
I deal with architectural plans on room-sized paper print-outs, customer’s wishes and all the rest that this job entails, mostly keeping the neighbours happy. I sort out who should be where, when and why. And if they’re not, why not?
My boots may be muddy but I enjoy pontificating, pointing and generally positing from an elevated position.
And so it was this week. I directed our newest recruit to the sewage drain and explained the brick-y stuff to our very handsome builder – not for nothing he’s known as ‘Handsome Dave’.
The Boss was happy; we had a newly-delivered mini-digger and dumper. I won’t boast, but I’m pretty good on the mini-digger (I get to sit down all day, what’s not to love?). There’s even a space on the dashboard for a cup of coffee, if I’m careful.
So far, so good. I sat down, showed off a little, then a bit more. Swing. Swoop. Swing. Get me.
I was trucking along, then paused when I had to take the mini-dumper to the pile at the front. Easy.
Problem was, it had rained. I tried my hardest, got the pile of mud to the bigger pile of mud out the front, positioned it carefully, and just as I was about to tip the contents, the dumper went all wibbly and started to fall.
What would you do?
If you’re me, you try to catch it as it’s falling.
So, I did.
Massive burn on my arm. Extremely painful.
I have a handy tip – never try to catch a one-tonne piece of equipment. I ended up at my Doctor’s, muddy boots removed and carried through the surgery when I explained what had happened.
‘Um, yes, I tried to catch a falling mini-digger. Is it bad? Ah. Really? Ah. Infected Right. I see?’
Long story short, I was soldiering on – I waited four days until the burn was so bad even the apprentice asked my why I hadn’t had it checked out.
As I apply the latest plaster and take the antibiotic, I still think I’m lucky that I have a job I love, despite the … setback …
In other news, I have written an extra 1,ooo words of my Master’s …