When I finally reunited with the fresh air, I took a massive breath into my lungs, but man, I genuinely wish I hadn't. Half of the sawdust floating in the air is officially chilling in my lungs now; what kind of a never-ending grind is this, my friend!
"Didn't I tell you fifty times that you are not allowed to run a circular saw indoors?"
Thanks to Site Manager Elenora's voice echoing in my ears, the sawdust flooding my mouth swelled up even further. They're spawning in every single crevice they enter, working with everything they've got to block off my airflow.
I took immediate action before my face started turning purple. We didn't grow up with silver spoons in our mouths either. Even if I had zero other skills, just my past year of experience grinding as a delivery courier is more than enough to save myself.
