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Ah. Okay. Before I go any further, I'd like to point out NOW that it WAS an accident, and I spoke to her boyfriend last night and she's actually okay, and doesn't blame me.
OKAY. Well, basically, I was in charge of one of our biggest clients this week, despite not having been told how to deal with their really, really illogical, complex, and, as far as I can tell, actually IMPOSSIBLE demands. X (not her real name, obviously, though that would be kind of a cool name) had been vaguely taught how to do part of it, and was therefore my assistant (me doing the processing and choosing which cuttings go the the client, her doing the filing and sorting into 130-plus different sets of cuttings, blah blah). They hadn't given either of us proper training, so it was a bit of a shambles all week.
Anyway, come Friday morning, we're both INCREDIBLY tired and haven't a clue what we're doing with all these huge masses of paper. I'm trying to get to my desk to count ONE stack of paper, while she's attempting to sit down to write down the figures from the LAST lot she's counted. I push the chair out of the way just as she's trying to sit down. SMACK. I'm all, like "shit! I'm so sorry, are you OK?"
She said she was fine, but for the next half-hour she was looking more and more pained.
THEN I get into work Friday night (45 minutes late, having overslept due to putting in stupid amounts of overtime the previous five nights trying to figure out how to do this shit) and my boss says "You've done a terrible, terrible thing. X has damaged something in her back, so she won't be in tonight." Which left me feeling like a total cunt, AND having to do all this stuff on my own while somewhat preoccupied with guilt.
Apart from anything else, her bopyfriend (who also works in our office) was supposed to be having an operation on his fgot this weekend, but had to cancel it so he could take her to hospital... which made me feel even worse.
BUT... seeing as how he wasn't having the operation, he came in last night, so, fearfully, I went up to him all contrite like, and he was remarkably forgiving. Which made me feel better, anyway. Even though my boss is convinced I pulled the chair out from under her on purpose as a joke (and believe me, I'm a lazy fuck. My sense of humour NEVER extends to slapstick.)
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