Everything seems to be more less settled now. Big toe fractured(very minor but still painful), but it was that gash that had me most impressed. The hard, inelastic skin at the bottom of the foot just seemed to explode into a spider web of deep cracks upon impact with the concrete step. I was so pissed at myself for doing it, I didn't notice the extent of the damage until I started tracking blood all over the kitchen tiles.
The decision was a pretty simple one to make. I was out on my patio, heard the phone ring, rushed in and boom. Let's just say that my coordination isn't going to get me to the Olympics any time soon.
As for work. That's a tough one. Just started the job recently, and they've been giving me real sporadic hours as it is. It's a crappy summer job that has me on my feet for 10-12 hours a day and I'm only keeping it until late July. Still, don't wanna seem like a jerkoff. I'm contemplating going in just to show my supervisor what happened. Then he gets to send me home with a pat on the back, rather than a raised eyebrow at such a lame excuse delivered over the phone.
