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Sooo, here I am foreman in this cabinet shop.

I catch Barry running cabinet door rails using a highly stupid method. I give him a formal warning and tell him a repeat would be cause for termination.

A couple of weeks later Barry is running door parts again.

The project manager and I are going over an upcoming job 15 feet away when the shaper makes a sound sorta like a fuuuwhump and Barry screams, grabbing his hand.

He drops to the floor on his knees.

I go running over and pry his one hand off the other.

It is a little hard for my brain to decipher the information being fed to it through my optical sensors.

Barry’s hand is a mess.

I look at the project manager and told him to call 911.

I look at Barry’s hand again and back at the project manager and told him to stop and to go get in his truck.

Barry is a total basket case.

I have to pick him up and carry him outside to the waiting vehicle.

Barry did a triple screw up.

He was wearing gloves.

He didn’t have the guard over the cutters.

He was using that same sht-fer-brains method.

He lost all four fingers on that hand below the middle knuckle.

This operation uses a six cutter stack that is kinda sorta like a meat grinder. Most of the grind went up the vacuum system.

I did find a knuckle joint over by the clamp rack. No meat on it. Just the bone(s). Judging from it’s size, it may have been part of his pinky. But that is just a guess.

I sent it to the hospital cause they wanted to know if there were any parts they could use for reconstruction.

But, ah, no. Not a chance.

He sued everything in sight and for a brief moment was a gazillionaire.

He bought a Harley Davidson motorcycle with some of that money and was killed in an accident shortly after.