About a month ago I was removing staples from stacks of orders and one flew out, and of all places, managed to find its way up to my eye. It was pink and puffy for a day or two but nothing critical. Worst part was that people saw it...of course

Which way did it enter your eye? That sounds really painful!

While I was landscaping for a few months, what taught me a lesson about making sure I wore eye protection was when I was out behind this house weed-wacking some random weeds, and one of those really thick almost cactus-y things happened to be in the line of fire, and a chunk of one of those ended up in my eye. It was really weird to see part of the white of my eye be green, took forever to get it out of there, lol

I broke some toes in an accident involving lead weighs when I was a diving instructor. I dropped them on my feet in a pool. I am, to this day, rather unsure why I did such a thing.

At my one old job, a friend of mine and I would do a lot of fun things when the store was empty and we were bored. The store was huge, and there were tons of boxes of clearance vinyl sitting around. We would each grab a hand full of 12"s and run around throwing them at each like ninja stars. No one was ever hurt, but it had the potential to be bad.

That sounds painful JR!

I was prying the staple out of a stack of papers and it just shot up in the air and the pointy end got me in the white of my eye and scratched me a little. It wasn't fun. But of all the places that tiny staple end could have gone...go figure!

When I was 14, I was a lifeguard for a bit - and the first day of the season, I got a huuuuge chuck of wood embedded in my shin. We were putting up the very old diving board and the person helping me let it slip, and as it dragged against my leg, a chunk broke off. So gross and painful. I still have the scar.

Other than that? Stupid stuff like cardboard cuts (way worse than paper cuts), blisters, bumps and bruises.

Does that horrible tension/pain in my neck and shoulders after a really trying day of work count?

One day I was bored at my old job, and I had just watched the documentary 'Beyond the Mat'. I sat around pushing thumb tacks into my left arm for an hour. It was pretty entertaining. I don't know why it seemed like a good idea at the time, but it passed the time.

Yesterday I managed to drop a tailgate on my hip. I went to lower it and it got sort of stuck about 4 inches from being all the way down. So I went to walk away figuring it would just finish when we started loading the truck, and before I could walk away, it fell the rest of the way onto my hip. Hurt for a few hours

Knife-slipping accidents from my time at the diner. All on my hands, too; half of them healed up fine, the rest are these horrible white scars. One of them was bad enough to send me to the ER where I had to get a tentanus shot: the knife point got right between two major veins in my palm, so (I think) I was lucky. Looks like a drunkenly-induced stigmata.

The stupidest would have to be when I worked at a thrift store and I kept catching myself in the front hip on the counter where the plastic bags would be for bagging stuff. The corner of the counter was sharp and I had a continuous bruise there for the eighteen months I worked at that place. My ex-husband noticed it only once during all that time ... *grumble-mumble*

I was building a second sound room at a past warehouse space, maybe 11 or 12 years ago. We framed the room in aluminum studs. I was sheeting the outside of the room in drywall. With the metal studs you have to push really hard to get the screws started. So while leaning into the drill with all of my body weight, the drill slipped off the screw and I put a phillips head drill bit through my fingernail and deep into the pointer finger of my left hand. That really sucked and it bled like crazy. A few months later I did the exact same thing again.

I'm not sure if it counts as "work-related", but on the day my new roommate moved in (this was 2 years ago), I was helping him move boxes and my best friend thought it would be fun to "scare" me by creeping up on me in the yard with his car. Well, we welcomed Rob to the house by dragging him with us to the ER 25 minutes later because my friend ran over my foot. You can still see tire treads on my right foot.

I still kicked his ass with my good foot