However, in the blender, I'd first try to detach the blades somehow. If I couldn't, I'd then try to jam them somehow (perhaps my shoe, or belt). Failing those, I'd swing the blade a bit to see where I'd best be positioned. Certainly theres a bit of room under or to the side of blades where I could lay until the blender was shut off. Maybe even could ride the blades; it'd be like an awesome merry-go-round.

Providing I survived, I'd immediately thank them for their time and insist I'd never in a million years work for some company that'd shrink me down and put me in a blender [and please un-shrink me NAO thank you very much].