Nice trip, see you next fall!
So, in true E-Lo fashion, I took a spill at work yesterday. It was quite magnificent. I was rounding the corner of my counter to ring someone up for a video game, when my foot slipped and I went crashing down, right on my bad knee. My arms went flailing and I make a little "woot" noise. There were three customers standing at my counter. I’m laughing right now trying to picture how I looked when it happened. I wasn’t in such a good humor about it when it happened though. Especially when the lady I was ringing up said, "we’ve got a cashier down!" That just added insult to injury. Hello, I’m not a cashier. Now if she would have said, "we’ve got an electronics specialist down, " it would have made me laugh. I’ve got to get a badge with my wonderful title on it so people know just who they’re fucking with.
So after calling my mom and rubbing my throbbing knee for about 10 minutes, I went to my manager to fill out an accident report. Considering how messed up my knee is already, I knew it was just going to get worse. So we called the claim place, and the man that I talked to told me to ice my knee and keep it elevated. I wanted to say, "you know I work in retail right? There’s no icing or elevating involved in any part of my job, since I don’t SIT. I’m on my feet all day, dude!" What a jack ass. So today, when I stand up, I feel like an old lady, since it takes a few minutes to get my leg working properly. And I couldn’t get a doctor’s appointment until next month, so I’m just going to have to suffer with my crappy leg for another few weeks.
I am, however, going to the chiropractor today, so find out what the hell is wrong with my back and shoulders. I’m in all sorts of pain. Maybe he can fix my knee too. I’m not even 30 and I’m falling apart.
And I had my interview. Keep sending those positive thoughts for me. I want this job. No weekends, 2 weeks of paid vacation, and nine, yes, nine, paid holidays during the year. And good money to boot. It makes what I do now seem like concentration camp.
I’m still laughing.
So after calling my mom and rubbing my throbbing knee for about 10 minutes, I went to my manager to fill out an accident report. Considering how messed up my knee is already, I knew it was just going to get worse. So we called the claim place, and the man that I talked to told me to ice my knee and keep it elevated. I wanted to say, "you know I work in retail right? There’s no icing or elevating involved in any part of my job, since I don’t SIT. I’m on my feet all day, dude!" What a jack ass. So today, when I stand up, I feel like an old lady, since it takes a few minutes to get my leg working properly. And I couldn’t get a doctor’s appointment until next month, so I’m just going to have to suffer with my crappy leg for another few weeks.
I am, however, going to the chiropractor today, so find out what the hell is wrong with my back and shoulders. I’m in all sorts of pain. Maybe he can fix my knee too. I’m not even 30 and I’m falling apart.
And I had my interview. Keep sending those positive thoughts for me. I want this job. No weekends, 2 weeks of paid vacation, and nine, yes, nine, paid holidays during the year. And good money to boot. It makes what I do now seem like concentration camp.
I’m still laughing.
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