A Day In the Life of a Bricklayer

This was written by a bricklayer when he was filling out his accident report.

He wrote:

I'm a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I was working along on the roof of a six story building. When I completed my work, I discovered that I had about 500 pounds of brick left over. Rather than carry bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley which fortunately was attached to the side of the building at the sixth floor.

  Securing the rope at ground level, I went up to the roof swung the barrel out and loaded the bricks into it.  Then I went back to the ground and untied the rope, Holding it tightly to ensure a slow descent of the 500 pounds of bricks.

  You should understand my mind forgot the fact that I only weigh 135 pounds.

  Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. 

  Needless to say I proceeded at a rapid rate of speed up the side of the building.  In the vicinity of the third floor,  I meet the barrel coming down.  This explains the fractured skull and the broken collar bone.  Slowing only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley.

  Fortunately, By this time I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope in-spite of my pain.  At approximately the same time,  however  the barrel of bricks hit the ground and the bottom of the barrel fell out of it.  Now devoid the weight of the bricks the barrel now weighed approximately fifty pounds.

  I refer you again to my weight of 135 pounds.

 As you might imagine I now began a rapid decent down the side of the building.  In the vicinity of the third floor I met the barrel coming up.  This accounts for the two fractured ankles and the lacerations on my legs and lower body.  The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell onto the pile of bricks. Also fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked.

 I'm sorry to report, however,  that as I lay there on the brick, in pain,...... and unable to stand...... , watching the empty barrel six stories above me, .........I again lost my presence of mind,..........................................................................................

                              I let go of the rope!! 


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7 Responses Feb 20, 2009


Omg that's to funny, but feel sorry for the guy too!!



very funny---thanks

Ouch, ouch, and more ouch and really funny!!!

lol pwn3d