pineapples hate me

I pinky promise (just not with that pinky) I do not cut myself for kicks and giggles, it's just that my clumbsy nature gets in the way a lot more than it should. The day before my graduation (which yes, I will blog about that. Just give me some time!) I kinda sorta sliced my pinky. 

A pizza order was being made that involved a whole lot of canadian bacon and a whole can of pineapple. Since I was in charge of the deli that night, it was my job to make the pizza exactly how they wanted it made. I got a can of pineapple from the bottom and for some reason, maybe my lack of strength or maybe not, I could not open that can! Instead of asking for help which would of made me look like a complete loser, I kept trying and trying and trying and trying. It all happened so fast, but I did end up getting the can open, it just had a whole lot of blood mixed in with the food. Since my soft tissue was torn, my blood took it upon itself to act like it had never seen the world before, and would not stay in my body for a good half hour. Who knew I had that much blood in my pinky finger? 

My manager kept reopening the cut as soon as the blood would clot up, making it deeper than it should have been in the first place. I ignored everyone's advice on super gluing my finger and called up my boss, who has a nursing degree. She wrapped it up and the bleeding eventually stopped an hour later. Everyone kept telling me to go to the hospital but I didn't want to leave my manager and the people I work with alone. It was a Friday night, the busiest of all nights, I would never do that to them. I ended up being on register the whole night which really sucked. Really, really sucked. 

I cut my finger on a pineapple can. 

Should I of just skipped the whole story? My bad. 

It healed perfectly, though. minus being bruised and swollen for a week.