This is the future! Where are my robot ankles?!
November 28th, 2009. Categories: Musings.
A few weeks ago, I started a menial seasonal job at Target for the holidays. Yesterday, Black Friday, I was to work an 8-hour closing shift, but I learned that one very effective way to abruptly end your Black Friday shift is to twist your ankle halfway through it.
However, a swollen ankle puts a bit of a damper on my new-found free time.
It all happened in a blur, and I barely remember anything about the moment of excruciating pain other than I was about to process an exchange, and then I stepped slightly to the side and rolled on my ankle. Luckily, being at the Service Desk, about 5 supervisors and managers were standing nearby, so they rushed me into the back room to a bench, where I sat with a bag of ice on my ankle for a little while.
Since we had free pizza in the break room, another coworker was passing by and asked me “Would a piece of pizza make you feel better?” to which I replied with a very pathetic “…yeah…” They also got me an ace bandage and a glass of water, and were very understanding and nice about the whole thing. A little while later, I hobbled out to go home.
This incident, at least, doesn’t seem to be as bad as the twist I did to the same foot earlier this year. My ankle hasn’t turned any interesting colors yet, but then again, it’s been less than a day. I had to call off today, but I should be okay to work with it wrapped up on Monday, my next scheduled shift.
These cybernetics guys need to get working on a set of replacement robotic ankles for me.
