Man I hate public bathrooms
I've had stomach problems for like my whole life, so that meant staying in restrooms longer than I would like, and over time that's made me pretty much avoid them at all cost (except like single occupancy ones like Starbucks has). But now I have a job were I have to do line assembly work for 8 hours with only a lunch break in-between. I know it wouldn't smart to hold it in for 4 hours, so I go pee. While in there I can hear a guy in one of the stalls sound like he's rather constipated. I just go about my business and wash my hands. As I'm about to leave I look back and CRAP I can see the guys on the floor and there's blood everywhere! So I ask if he's OK and he makes an unintelligible noise, so I think that maybe he's fallen and hit his head or has had a seizure. So I look over the stall and see blood everywhere and ask if he needs help, but he just mumbles again, so I try the door but its looked. But its one of the ones you can open from the front if you try hard, so I open the door and ask again if he's OK. Theeen I see it's his wrist that's bleeding so bad, and that he has a tiny blade in his hand... Finally he manages to speak, and of course he just yells at me to get out of there. So I do, and go sit in the break room mulling over what to do. I'm scared at the time that if I tell the boss then there will be conflict and he might get fired, and thus mad at ME and I have no idea what he's capable of. 10 seconds into sitting down however a guy I work with asked me what was wrong with me, and for some reason I tell him what had happened. He instantly says "screw that" and runs off to tell the boss. So now I'm like eeeee. Break ends so I go back to work, and it turns out bathroom guy had been working on my line! So now we're a guy short and the line leader is wondering what's up so he leaves. At this point the cats out of the bag, so I tell the people I've been working with all night what was up. They start telling me how good it was that I said something because he could have died in there, and we find out a ambulance was called for him. And now I feel like crap because I DIDN'T really do anything, I let fear overcome getting help for him. Then hours later the warehouse managers come and thank me too, and I'm like you should be thanking the guy who told the boss, not me. But they just say thanks again and go about their business. So anyway, that's how my day went yesterday...
