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"Oh my aching back" is a sort of exclamation(?) used by one of the AM Leads (tall, dark and... polite, for those of you who know him.)
The following is slightly edited from an email I sent Teena, this morning, to save me time on writing because, damn, I'm running out of time again.
I went in early, Tuesday, and worked a few hours with the AM shift, because there were rumors it was supposed to be busy and they needed lots of help.
When my usual shift started I filled out paperwork about my back hurting, because they say to do so as soon as you notice a problem. Well, I'd actually noticed the problem last Thursday, but I hate to go whining at the first provocation, so I waited a bit, as I suppose any normal person does, to see if it would feel better. That may have screwed me over. Management (SK, RK, our hr rep, KW) have spent the last two days telling me that I won't get workman's comp because I took so long to report the injury. They told me I had to write a letter explaining why I didn't report it sooner. I got really ticked by that, because it sounded to me as though they were saying I was lying. Meanwhile they won't let me lift anything at all, and doing as much work in baggage as I have been since I started training people, not being able to lift is a severe handicap. KT immediately started teasing me, making references to MJ, who people felt milked the system because he just didn't want to work.
I'm sure KT didn't mean to hurt my feelings, but I can't help but worry that people ARE going to think that I reported this on purpose because I don't want to work. Meanwhile, I'm going absolutely freaking bananas because I HATE sitting still when there's work to be done. My body actually likes moving and I can get seriously depressed if I can't move around. So, I've been on the verge of tears for several days. Of course, my oh-such-a-blessing time of the month is supposed to be starting, too, so I'd probably be weepy at almost anything.:)
Last night, though, at the very end of the day, I finally sat down and attempted to write that letter. I got it about done and FIL reviewed it and suggested a few changes that made it sound better - he pointed out that I had felt almost fine by Tuesday morning when I went in, and that I must have re-injured myself working on the morning shift. And that's actually probably true - it did get busy right before the AM shift ended, I moved a few big bags, and that was why I realized I had to get a form; because my back had started up hurting, again. I felt much better after I sent that. He's smart at getting to the root of how to report things the way they need to be said, because of his years as a shop steward. ;)
I admitted to him that I had been sorely tempted to write something very rude (about how I really don't give a shit if they give me workman's comp, I just want to get my back fixed, though I didn't say all that), and he said he knew I was likely to. He knows me too well. "You're always quiet all the time, and then when you get something you feel passionate about you burst right out." Um, yeah.
So, anyway. Dr's appointment tomorrow morning. I won't be able to attend the book club breakfast. On the other hand, nobody else besides AMcL has said a word about doing it this month, and if I can't... well, I don't think it's happening.
A side effect of this is that DS(mr. knowitall) has figured out that poking at my spine creeps me out. It always does, even when my spine's not already feeling creepy. Is that weird? I don't think it should be. I mean, one's spine is sorta a rather important part of your body. Never allow D a way to creep you out - he will use it. He's already threatened me (jokingly) with "I'll do my spider impression on you!" He insisted to me, yesterday, that his big sister picked on him. I said I didn't believe it. I can only imagine that he was an incredibly obnoxious little brother - he basically still is. :) (Yes, it is true that I work with a lot of obnoxious people, and I LIKE them. :))
I actually edited that more than I had intended to.
Stretching today has produced no pain, but... I don't trust it.
The following is slightly edited from an email I sent Teena, this morning, to save me time on writing because, damn, I'm running out of time again.
I went in early, Tuesday, and worked a few hours with the AM shift, because there were rumors it was supposed to be busy and they needed lots of help.
When my usual shift started I filled out paperwork about my back hurting, because they say to do so as soon as you notice a problem. Well, I'd actually noticed the problem last Thursday, but I hate to go whining at the first provocation, so I waited a bit, as I suppose any normal person does, to see if it would feel better. That may have screwed me over. Management (SK, RK, our hr rep, KW) have spent the last two days telling me that I won't get workman's comp because I took so long to report the injury. They told me I had to write a letter explaining why I didn't report it sooner. I got really ticked by that, because it sounded to me as though they were saying I was lying. Meanwhile they won't let me lift anything at all, and doing as much work in baggage as I have been since I started training people, not being able to lift is a severe handicap. KT immediately started teasing me, making references to MJ, who people felt milked the system because he just didn't want to work.
I'm sure KT didn't mean to hurt my feelings, but I can't help but worry that people ARE going to think that I reported this on purpose because I don't want to work. Meanwhile, I'm going absolutely freaking bananas because I HATE sitting still when there's work to be done. My body actually likes moving and I can get seriously depressed if I can't move around. So, I've been on the verge of tears for several days. Of course, my oh-such-a-blessing time of the month is supposed to be starting, too, so I'd probably be weepy at almost anything.:)
Last night, though, at the very end of the day, I finally sat down and attempted to write that letter. I got it about done and FIL reviewed it and suggested a few changes that made it sound better - he pointed out that I had felt almost fine by Tuesday morning when I went in, and that I must have re-injured myself working on the morning shift. And that's actually probably true - it did get busy right before the AM shift ended, I moved a few big bags, and that was why I realized I had to get a form; because my back had started up hurting, again. I felt much better after I sent that. He's smart at getting to the root of how to report things the way they need to be said, because of his years as a shop steward. ;)
I admitted to him that I had been sorely tempted to write something very rude (about how I really don't give a shit if they give me workman's comp, I just want to get my back fixed, though I didn't say all that), and he said he knew I was likely to. He knows me too well. "You're always quiet all the time, and then when you get something you feel passionate about you burst right out." Um, yeah.
So, anyway. Dr's appointment tomorrow morning. I won't be able to attend the book club breakfast. On the other hand, nobody else besides AMcL has said a word about doing it this month, and if I can't... well, I don't think it's happening.
A side effect of this is that DS(mr. knowitall) has figured out that poking at my spine creeps me out. It always does, even when my spine's not already feeling creepy. Is that weird? I don't think it should be. I mean, one's spine is sorta a rather important part of your body. Never allow D a way to creep you out - he will use it. He's already threatened me (jokingly) with "I'll do my spider impression on you!" He insisted to me, yesterday, that his big sister picked on him. I said I didn't believe it. I can only imagine that he was an incredibly obnoxious little brother - he basically still is. :) (Yes, it is true that I work with a lot of obnoxious people, and I LIKE them. :))
I actually edited that more than I had intended to.
Stretching today has produced no pain, but... I don't trust it.