Competence Revisited
A few days ago I was chopping onions, just like my previous post. The onions were going through the human food processor and ...Ouch.
I looked down to see that I had sliced off the tip of the knuckle on my left index finger, the one that is supposed to be guiding my knife.
Shock? Yes. Pain? A little. Laughter?
You fucking bet.
I pulled the sliced skin off of the cutting board, threw away the affected prep, and went and wrapped my fingertip in a compression bandage and a fingercot. Bleach down the board, and back to work.
You can look at it two ways. Either I'm just a poser professional, or I'm just a professional that still has a lot to learn. I prefer the latter. In the meantime, as the fingercot swelled up with blood, I was wondering where the guy from room service was, the one that seemed to get queasy at the mention of blood.
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When I was learning woodworking one of my shop mates had some advice to pass on from a teacher of his: When using the table saw, jointer, whatever, never take your eyes off the moving blade(s), regardless of the power switch status. He said that, if that bores you, to envision your spacing out to be the equivalent of slamming your face into the moving edges as hard as you can. Very B movie gory, but I never even had to see a shop injury to let that sink in.
I've been a slow and careful mover around the sharp stuff ever since.
Good thing you're not electric-powered...
Funny thing is, I think it would have happened even if I did happen to be looking down at that moment ...
Well, at least it was a sharp blade.
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