I work as a picker at a warehouse. Basically about 50 or so people per shift walking around the warehouse picking orders off the shelves for deliveries.
There are a few hams sprinkled amongst the workforce, but one female ham really sticks out. 'It' weighs in excess of 180kg (~400lb) and when she started working at our warehouse, I wondered how long it would last before having a knee blowout or something. Its legs are a slight tinge of yellow, so the beetus is working its way already.
The rest of the workers usually need jackets in the cool room we've got (temp around 3 degrees celsius, 38 or so degrees fahrenheit), but it doesn't need one. You can imagine why. Once we've finished picking in the cool room (about halfway into our shift), we move outside into the larger part of the warehouse. This is not air conditioned or anything. About 1 hour after it moves into the large warehouse, it's drenched in sweat and stinks to high heaven. So you get the idea - this deathfat is well out of its league.
It's been about four or five months since this planet started working at our warehouse, which is more than enough time to lose some weight if the fatass didn't stuff its face during non-work hours and negate any calorie expenditure, so I've got basically ZERO sympathy for this thing. A couple of my coworkers started off as quite large 130kg beasts and are now down to a somewhat healthier weight because they're watching what they eat.
So on to what you've all been waiting for. A few weeks ago, I hit 'it' in the leg with my cart. We have a basic set of rules when moving about with carts which are similar to road rules. She stepped out without looking (akin to pulling out from the kerb without looking) and got smashed in the right ankle. She stumbled, but didn't fall. She didn't make anywhere near the reaction that most people would make to the pain. I went 'whoa', and she said "oh it's OK, doesn't hurt at all".
Just for reference, these accidents happen all the time and it HURTS like a MOTHER FUCKER. It is like having someone take a heavy cricket bat and smashing you with the side of the bat in your achilles tendon/ankle area. It's often enough that some workers have to claim worker's comp for a week or two. I've been hit once, evidently lucky enough to only need to sit down in the break room for 15 minutes, but it still hurt like hell. I initially suspected that her ankle was surrounded by fat and that gave her a cushion.
The next day, a huge lesion on it's leg has formed. After the weekend, she's back, but this thing looks absolutely rotten. Clearly a beetus related infection, and it stinks!! So much so that the manager sent her home, and I hadn't seen her since.
Fast forward a few weeks, and I was called into the office today. It turns out that what I thought was a small incident had ballooned into a massive worker's compensation claim. After straightening out what had happened on the day of the incident (backed up by CCTV), because 'it' had claimed I rear ended her, I enquired as to why there was this huge investigation into what I thought was a minor incident.
Apparently the ankle was injured when I smashed it with the trolley, but 'it' couldn't feel it due to beetus-related neuropathy. 'It' was admitted to hospital after being sent home, and the leg is set to be amputated below the knee some time tomorrow, and 'it' will likely never be able to work again.