Our factory office has a roller door on the outside of the building that operates from a button inside my office. So to close it i have to be in my office. Trouble is, when i want to leave (and I'm on my own) i have to hit that button and run across the office, through some glass doors, down some steps and scoot under the lowering door. Its usually about my chest height by the time i get there and so i have to do a slight bend to get under. No Problem - usually!
|Push one door and open the other then duck before the roller door comes down on top of me.|
Yesterday i was carrying a heavy box with two hands. Now for most people this would have sent alarm bells that A. its going to take you longer to get there and thus the door will be even lower and B. you cant bend forward when you have a heavy box in your hands in front of you. Gravity is going to make you keep on falling forward and that's exactly what happened. Talk about out of control!
I hit the concrete and it all happened so fast that i have no idea how i ended up wholly on one side with the box (wooden with steel legs) not broken. There seems to be a couple of seconds of memory missing. I'm having all these visuals of being stuck under the roller door with my stumpy legs on one side and head, boobs and arms on the other and my roundish stomach in the middle. Can you imagine! Come on try - if you are not splitting your sides laughing then you are not trying hard enough.
Question is, how would i have gotten out of that one! At 5.30 pm in the back streets of Footscray i could have been stuck under that door for quite a while. Do you think the car stopped to help me? Nope, they probably were wishing for a video camera to record my misadventure and send to a TV show in the hope of getting $500.
Apart from a few aches and pains today I'm feeling fortunate and have made a firm commitment that i will learn my lesson this time.
Note to self - if you must take something out to car then do it in two trips. OR, close the bloody door and go out to the factory and go out one of the big ones that move slower. Truth is I wasn't even on my own. There were plenty of guys in the factory working back but i just didn't want to bother them.
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