So I work in the Repair Shop of a musical instrument store, and the past few weeks, they have been putting a new roof onto the building. We've had so many mishaps with rain leaking through. Florida - Hurricanes - Leaking Roof = BAD. So, they're putting a new roof on.
So today, me and a few other Shop guys took all the stuff down from up top of our shelves. It's a large Repair Shop (for a music shop that is), and we do not have a dropped ceiling. Just risers and the roof itself. So okay, whatever, we take all the stuff down. No big deal. We also had stuff on top of the Air Conditioning ducts (they're hanging down from the roof in the shop, and we put foam and stuff on top of them hehe). They roofer who takes off the AC units and puts them back in so they can resecure them barges in, yells at the Shop Foreman, and we have to clean everything off of the ducts. No big deal. We had so much crap up there, crap that we do not need, so myself, the other badass shop worker, and the foreman all threw a bunch of stuff away out back at the dumpster.
As we're walking back to the building, one of the roofers yelled down to us to stay out of the back part of the building. They were going to lay down the tar, and did not want us anywhere near where they were doing it. Okay, no big deal. So, we go in and tell everybody. And we all stay out of that area. Well, some of the sheet music and music books on display are right outside the door to our office (located in the back of the store... seperated by a glass door and otherwise behind walls). Well, customers were walking around in the music section, all the while one of the roofers kinda watching over them making sure nothing falls out from the ceiling. One of the customers, a very beautiful SSBBW, had a baby in a stroller she was pushing around.
Well, none of the salesman, neither of the Managers, were saying ANYTHING to them, not a thing. I was pasing in the shop, debating whether to tell them (the customers) to leave the area or not, and all of them had disappeared. Well, I went out to go tell the lovely SSBBW and her baby to get away, and she left. So, thank heavens for that.
So the story goes on. Nothing bad yet. Well, later on that day, the Manager came up to me and said "Do you still have that Home Depot card?" I said "Yes". He tells me to go get tarp to cover the merchendise - The roofers were going to roof and tar the Store and Repair Shop sections tomorrow (Thursday the 4th). He tells me that tar had dripped through the ceiling onto the carpet.
I went and looked..... and guess what. Right where the customers were looking at music. How so convenient is that? A little bit unnerving, if you ask me. I had tried to tell the Managers to tell the customers to leave when I first heard to not go near the Office, and they ignored me. Afterall, it wasn't inside the Office. But, seriously thank heavens that no one got hurt.
Okay, so I went, got back in 10 minutes, no big deal. So, I place them into the Managers office, and I grab one of them. I start walking back towards the shop, opening one of the bags, and Holy SHIT, somethign stung the crap out of my arm. I look down, and there, in all its glory, is tar, staring back up at me.
Tar: "Hey, look at me!! I'm burning you!"
Boy did it sting the second it touched me. I had it all over my right forearm. I immediately said "Mother FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF" and shook my arm in some desperate attempt to flick off the tar, which of course did not work. Haha.
Well, I had started looking at it, within a few seconds, and I saw it on my work shirt (button down over shirt). I ripped the shirt off and threw it on the ground.
Oh yes, by the way, adjacent to the office, in the area that they were taring, were the Lesson Rooms (the rooms where we have teachers teaching students how to play instruments - Piano, Guitar, Brass, Woodwind, Drums), there were parents, little children, and students in lessons. Neither of the Managers had said ANYTHING to them about the tar. Luckily, we had a dropped ceiling in that area, otherwise, who knows if tar might have leaked through. While I was staring at my arm like some goo-goo-eyed monkey, my Supervisor was basically telling the lesson parents and students, and teachers, to get the hell out of the store "Now". I pushed through all of them to the only accessible bathroom (The other is back in the Office) and somehow managed to wash off the tar with cold water and soap. Boy was I lucky. I had about 5 or 6 burn holes. It had disintegrated the top layer of skin on those areas, immediately. I was shocked.
So, I was kinda walking around not knowing what to think or do, calm. Very calm. *shrugs* It was no big deal to me. Honestly, it didn't hurt. Whether it wasn't that bad or not, it wasn't hurting me.
Well, one of my co-workers came over to see if I was alright (I was back in the shop standing around), and he said "Those are 2nd degree burns". He was Lead Soprano in the Marine Drum & Bugle Corp, and had to go through Boot Camp, and had to learn a little bit about being a Medic, so I figured he would know. So then, I started to worry a little bit. I hadn't before then, but now I started to wonder. It wasn't hurting, only the top layer was gone, and there was no sign of major damage or anything, really. Well, my Supervisor (the one that told the customers to leave) walked me over to a Clinic (Which is right across the street), and he made sure it was put on Workers Compensation and everything.
The doctor told me that it's a 1st degree burn, maybe a light 2nd degree, do not get it wet, change the burning ointment, gauze pad, and bandage in 24 hours, and see him in 48 hours to make sure everything is alright. They gave me pain medicine just to be safe, just incase. The owner of the Store is taking care of everything.
I called up the Foreman (he leaves at 5:00, all this started to happen at 5:20), and I was joking around to him about it. He's glad I have a sense of humor about it.
All I can say at this point about it, for now, is "Thank God it wasn't a little child, or a baby, that it happened to." Seriously... How screwed up are my Managers?
.....
So that's been my day. Yay!!
Chimpi is TarChimp!
So today, me and a few other Shop guys took all the stuff down from up top of our shelves. It's a large Repair Shop (for a music shop that is), and we do not have a dropped ceiling. Just risers and the roof itself. So okay, whatever, we take all the stuff down. No big deal. We also had stuff on top of the Air Conditioning ducts (they're hanging down from the roof in the shop, and we put foam and stuff on top of them hehe). They roofer who takes off the AC units and puts them back in so they can resecure them barges in, yells at the Shop Foreman, and we have to clean everything off of the ducts. No big deal. We had so much crap up there, crap that we do not need, so myself, the other badass shop worker, and the foreman all threw a bunch of stuff away out back at the dumpster.
As we're walking back to the building, one of the roofers yelled down to us to stay out of the back part of the building. They were going to lay down the tar, and did not want us anywhere near where they were doing it. Okay, no big deal. So, we go in and tell everybody. And we all stay out of that area. Well, some of the sheet music and music books on display are right outside the door to our office (located in the back of the store... seperated by a glass door and otherwise behind walls). Well, customers were walking around in the music section, all the while one of the roofers kinda watching over them making sure nothing falls out from the ceiling. One of the customers, a very beautiful SSBBW, had a baby in a stroller she was pushing around.
Well, none of the salesman, neither of the Managers, were saying ANYTHING to them, not a thing. I was pasing in the shop, debating whether to tell them (the customers) to leave the area or not, and all of them had disappeared. Well, I went out to go tell the lovely SSBBW and her baby to get away, and she left. So, thank heavens for that.
So the story goes on. Nothing bad yet. Well, later on that day, the Manager came up to me and said "Do you still have that Home Depot card?" I said "Yes". He tells me to go get tarp to cover the merchendise - The roofers were going to roof and tar the Store and Repair Shop sections tomorrow (Thursday the 4th). He tells me that tar had dripped through the ceiling onto the carpet.
I went and looked..... and guess what. Right where the customers were looking at music. How so convenient is that? A little bit unnerving, if you ask me. I had tried to tell the Managers to tell the customers to leave when I first heard to not go near the Office, and they ignored me. Afterall, it wasn't inside the Office. But, seriously thank heavens that no one got hurt.
Okay, so I went, got back in 10 minutes, no big deal. So, I place them into the Managers office, and I grab one of them. I start walking back towards the shop, opening one of the bags, and Holy SHIT, somethign stung the crap out of my arm. I look down, and there, in all its glory, is tar, staring back up at me.
Tar: "Hey, look at me!! I'm burning you!"
Boy did it sting the second it touched me. I had it all over my right forearm. I immediately said "Mother FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF" and shook my arm in some desperate attempt to flick off the tar, which of course did not work. Haha.
Well, I had started looking at it, within a few seconds, and I saw it on my work shirt (button down over shirt). I ripped the shirt off and threw it on the ground.
Oh yes, by the way, adjacent to the office, in the area that they were taring, were the Lesson Rooms (the rooms where we have teachers teaching students how to play instruments - Piano, Guitar, Brass, Woodwind, Drums), there were parents, little children, and students in lessons. Neither of the Managers had said ANYTHING to them about the tar. Luckily, we had a dropped ceiling in that area, otherwise, who knows if tar might have leaked through. While I was staring at my arm like some goo-goo-eyed monkey, my Supervisor was basically telling the lesson parents and students, and teachers, to get the hell out of the store "Now". I pushed through all of them to the only accessible bathroom (The other is back in the Office) and somehow managed to wash off the tar with cold water and soap. Boy was I lucky. I had about 5 or 6 burn holes. It had disintegrated the top layer of skin on those areas, immediately. I was shocked.
So, I was kinda walking around not knowing what to think or do, calm. Very calm. *shrugs* It was no big deal to me. Honestly, it didn't hurt. Whether it wasn't that bad or not, it wasn't hurting me.
Well, one of my co-workers came over to see if I was alright (I was back in the shop standing around), and he said "Those are 2nd degree burns". He was Lead Soprano in the Marine Drum & Bugle Corp, and had to go through Boot Camp, and had to learn a little bit about being a Medic, so I figured he would know. So then, I started to worry a little bit. I hadn't before then, but now I started to wonder. It wasn't hurting, only the top layer was gone, and there was no sign of major damage or anything, really. Well, my Supervisor (the one that told the customers to leave) walked me over to a Clinic (Which is right across the street), and he made sure it was put on Workers Compensation and everything.
The doctor told me that it's a 1st degree burn, maybe a light 2nd degree, do not get it wet, change the burning ointment, gauze pad, and bandage in 24 hours, and see him in 48 hours to make sure everything is alright. They gave me pain medicine just to be safe, just incase. The owner of the Store is taking care of everything.
I called up the Foreman (he leaves at 5:00, all this started to happen at 5:20), and I was joking around to him about it. He's glad I have a sense of humor about it.
All I can say at this point about it, for now, is "Thank God it wasn't a little child, or a baby, that it happened to." Seriously... How screwed up are my Managers? .....
So that's been my day. Yay!!
Chimpi is TarChimp!
