I started a new job today cooking in a corporate kitchen at one of Gap's headquarter buildings. It's my first day of work in eight months. I get up at 4:30 to get there and meet everybody, start prepping a few things, chopped some fruit. I'm not even working two hours yet and
plunk, my
cleaver taps me on the middle knuckle on the thumb of my left hand, I look and, well I won't get too graphic but i could see
everything. Worst cut I've had. I got it wrapped up and thought I had my supervisor convinced I could finish my shift (in reality I could) but the person in charge of payroll and worker's comp claims came down and saw quite a bit of crimson through my latex glove and drove me herself to a clinic. Six stitches. I thought I was done-for but they say I can come back tomorrow.
The doctor who stitched me stitched the sous-chef twice in two months but it still burns me up. I been cooking professionally for more than twelve years and I pull a greenhorn mistake like that.