When I was just out of college my profession wasn't in an awesome place and I framed townhomes for a year before I got a good job (I had been a framer during college summers - good cash at the time.)
I was nailing a 2x2 stud into a bathroom chase in the middle of winter with my hands frozen numb above my head. I was inside and it was hard to see so I had removed my safety glasses. Of course, we would all just hold the triggers down constantly on the nail guns so all you had to do was hit it against something and it would shoot a nail. Much easier that way. Not so much on the safety. I'm trying to get this 2x2 into place shot into the top plate and it's splintering, so I get pissed and slam 4 or 5 nails rapid fire into the top of it. One of the last ones must've hit the head of the one before, cause it comes ricocheting right back at me like a bullet and slams into the bridge of my nose, exposing bone. Literally right between the eyes.
I took a long break and resolved that I needed a new gig asap. The stars aligned and a week later I got the job I had been looking for.
That was a wake up. Maybe an inch or two either way...
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