Blizzards are a very popular choice at Dairy Queen. Probably one of the best options and most sold items, I would guess. However, the blizzard machines, while most used, are kind of evil. It's not that they're really all that dangerous or all that bad, but more possibly that I'm just inept. Within my first two weeks at work, I managed to injure myself at least somewhat twice because of these blizzards.
The first was the fault of the large blizzard. I apologize to anyone who can manage to eat an entire large blizzard and enjoy it, but I despise America and its general obesity where such a size seems normal because making large blizzards is possibly one of my least favorite things to do at work. They are huge, and more often than not, while filling them, that is when the ice cream machine decides to start popping. Also, when you are trying to mix them in the mixer, and they are just so..LARGE. I understand, yes, idiotic moment, they are supposed to be large, but it's pretty challenging to hold onto one of those things the way that you need to keep them mixing properly when they are of that size.
So, there I was. I was mixing a peanut butter crunch LARGE blizzard, which by the way, looked delectable. I had been running around like a crazy person, it was a busy rush, and I was trying to mix this large blizzard. My hands were soaked because I had just been washing the blizzard collars so that we would have some to actually use while in our rush. The largeness of the blizzard was making it challenging to try to get all of the peanut butter down into the blizzard, and the crunch pieces were spewing out the top periodically.
Then it was the moment where it all went wrong. My slippery hands began sliding down the sides of the blizzard cup. The machine caught the wrong flow of the ice cream and the blizzard ricocheted out of my hands. In a desperate attempt to catch it, I caught my finger on the blade spinning rapidly. I managed to knock the blizzard in the general direction of the sink, getting blizzard only all over me, the machine, and the sink.
But this was the smallest of my worries: I had broken my fingernail. Now, before you judge me for being a real life barbie doll, complaining about my broken nail, you must know that this was a SERIOUS break. It ripped, and it was gross. I still had a large blizzard hanging in the abyss of treats-to-be-made, and I did the best thing I could do. I pulled the hanging, ripped nail off of its last connection in order to keep from the possibility of it ending up in this blizzard that needed made.
Yet, my finger protested this action, and proceeded to bleed. And not just the little kind of bleeding. It was like that paper cut that won't stop bleeding no matter how long you put pressure on it. But we were in a rush, and that large peanut butter crunch blizzard needed made. So, I took one for the team. I grabbed the large cup, I made that blizzard, carefully keeping my finger extended away from the cup. I flipped the blizzard machine on, and I mixed that blizzard with all of my dairy queen worker passion. I wiped the drip of blood off the side of that blizzard cup, took it to the counter and then...
I asked for a band-aid.
Since then, the blizzard machine and I have been a lot friendlier. I have learned that sometimes it is important to turn it down some for blending a milkshake, and that I should always clean them more than the DQ people instruct me to. However, I did have another blizzard mishap. This one was much less eventful, and not related to equipment and mostly just related to my stupidity.
The blizzard collar gets stuck into the top of the blizzard cup, and some of them have rivets in them to help keep the metal collar in the cup. Unfortunately, these rivets are too successful sometimes. I was trying to pry this metal collar out of the cup. I was pulling and pulling and yanking and yanking and then I finally got it off
...and punched myself in the face.
But I mean, story of my life, I guess.
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