This is more of a personal tale but still theater related. Sorry it's so long.
Back in late October/early November '14, I worked a double at the local theater, where I got my first job at 17. I closed just about every night because my other job was 7-5.
When I got upstairs, it was a normal night. The opener just informed me that the cooling fan to one of the projectors had gone out so they put this industrial style fan on the vent up top.
Only thing I had to worry about was getting food during my break and turning off the fan.
Everything went accordingly and I was ready to head home and sleep. Pretty much working 7am-1am 4 days a week for about 3 months was tiring. So I was exhausted and my mind was set on sleeping.
After doing inventory, all that was left was to turn off the projectors. I decided I'd go to the difficult projectors first since they have to cool first so I went with projector 5.
The broken down one with the fan.
Here's where it goes bad. Almost instantly. I search around in the dark to find a switch on the fan. My one and only mistake. As I'm searching, my left hand somehow ends up inside the fan.
More specifically, my left ring finger. This fan doesn't have much of any shroud. I feel a tremendous amount of pain and I hear churning and the fan stops. I step back and you guessed it.
My foot somehow ended up on the power cord and when I stepped back, I shut it off. I checked the cord and it had been spliced to fit a 2 prong outlet. I cuss the fan out but then realize its non-sentient.
I tried radioing downstairs but none of the radios work.
I decide to wash it off upstairs at the restrooms but neither sink works so I decide to just wrap it in paper towels but I can't even touch the thing without pain shooting up my entire hand.
I go back and finish shutting everything off and go downstairs. No one notices anything. I just want to go home.
I go in the office to turn in the keys and my manager said something about chunks. This was my time to segue.
Me: Hey (manager), speaking about chunks, I kinda lost a chunk of my finger, can I go home now?
Manager: WHAT DID YOU SAY?!
I showed and explained everything, filed the paperwork and she kept insisting I go see a doctor. It was about 1 and I just wanted to sleep.
I drove my stick shift home with one hand, took 3 tylenols, undressed, cleaned and wrapped my finger then fell asleep. I elevated my finger on a pillow just in case.
When I wake, its still bleeding and in pain. The doc says it took off the nail bed and clipped bone as well. The tip of my finger was dangling.
This all happened on the 3rd to last day of work there. I had put in my two weeks already. My last shift got switched from concessions to box office so every guest asked what happened.
I decided this was the best time to come up with stories. Varying from playing the knife game, dogs, bunnies, guinea pigs, building a table and I sawed it off.
A couple weeks pass and I go back to watch a movie, from here on out, I get free movies so why not? All the managers and employees ask what happened and how my finger is.
I showed them all and my finger tip bends backwards because there's no nail.
One of the supers who I was friends with first time I worked there said he went upstairs looking for my finger jokingly.
It's been months now and my finger has yet to grow back properly.
TL:DR; Stick your finger in a fan by accident, get it chopped off, free movies for life.