Well... two stories... one is sorta work related and the other is work related for someone I know.
When I was 22 I worked in the call center industry. My job was about 15ish miles away (pretty far in Vegas at the time, like, 1 1/2 hours bus ride to get there or back with a transfer). I had a car at the time though, it was a POS but it was a free car so I couldn't complain (given to me for free that is) the only problem with the car was, had to replace the clutch every 6 or so months. Long story short, after everyone helped me and showed me how to do it the first few times I tried to do it solo and had the car fall off of the ramp (front 2) and the blocks (back 2) and land on me (my chest) after being trapped for i figure 30-40 minutes and losing my voice from screaming I lifted the car off of my and shimmied out (lift, shimmy 2 inches, lift shimmy 2 inches......etc) my father came back from the mailbox and discovered me climbing the front stairs to our house covered in blood and took me to the hospital, I lucked out but never drove the car again and had to take a bus for four days until payday and I went out and bought a new car, financed and all. I consider it a work related story since I wouldn't have stayed at my job if I had to take the bus... nothing like a 3 hour round trip commute.
the other story is about my father. he bought his own buisness in Vegas when he first moved out there, sealcoating parking lots(actually a huge industry out there due to the sun baking the oil out of pavement). One of the things we did for lots was crack fill (put 450 degree rubber in the cracks on the pavement. What happens is, you take a big machine (like a pressure cooker almost) and put solid blocks of rubber in and it melts it to liquid that flows like water (450 degrees)... any who. One day he accidently put his hand under the spout that pours the rubber into the device that you fill the cracks with and covered his hand in rubber, after going to the emergency room (first went home to see what he should do..... he didn't have insurance at the time, family buisness) he lost most of the skinon that hand and it had to grow back, fortunatly he was a paramedic for a while and knew what to do, put his hand in a bucket of ice to cool it faster.
NOTE, 450 degree hot rubber during summer in las vegas is like, SOOOOooooooooooo not fun. Especially when you have to use a propane blow torch to burn anything in the cracks first, like grass or cigarette butts)