(Description of an injury)
This happened a few months ago, but this is one of those main “why do I still work here?” stories. (It's the fact I need the money btw.)
I work closing at a daycare center. The only staff here at closing are me and one of my managers. Kids are out at 6:30. I'm technically supposed to have until 6:45 to clean my room before I need to be out the door, but manager whines and gripes if I'm not ready to leave by 6:31, so I have to wipe down, take out trash, and set up the room for tomorrow while watching the remaining kids.
Usually when we're down to one to three kids, manager brings them to sit at the front desk so I can clean faster, even though that's against policy, but we're so understaffed that there isn't even at least two teachers at closing so that one can watch the kids while the other cleans their room. It's just me.
Anyway. This particular day there was only one kid left, so he was sitting at the front desk with the manager. I only had trash left to take out. Usually I take my trash through the front to the front parking lot dumpster, but a couple days before a guy snuck up on me there and the day after he snuck up on one of my coworkers, so I was wary.
To get to the back dumpster, you need to go through this rusty gate out back. You have to jam your finger into the latch to open and close it, and it's been this way since I started working there. On the way in, my finger got caught and it took half my nail off. Blood got everywhere and I bled through two wads of paper towels. What did my manager do? Nothing. She didn't even offer me a bandaid.
I clocked in the next day with a finger splint. Boss and manager were at the front desk chatting together, and boss asked me what happened to my finger. My manager didn't even tell our boss what happened.
The gloves weren't able to fit over my splint and I was just told I would have to deal with it. I change diapers, wipe noses, and handle food for a living.