Back to work (again)

I thought I’d show willing and go back to work tonight. Strangely enough, the limp returned just as I was about to call HR to let them know I’d be back, and by the time I was talking to Dave (my Line Manager) about uniforms I had the need to take some painkillers. He offered me two extra breaks so I could ‘take the weight off more often.’ It felt so wrong, but of course I said Yes. I’m only employed for six weeks, I may as well get as much time off as possible. I’m looking forward to it in a strange perverse way. I’ve already had the in-depth, multi-faceted forty-five minute company induction and training so I know what I’ll be doing. My ‘buddy’ will be alongside me every night this week, and if it all gets too much I’ll just drop something else on my foot and come home again.

Hannah and thingy have split up. She told me she ‘saw sense’ and binned him at the pub last night. Hopefully he is sitting in a dark room somewhere, with his thick mascara being smeared down his cheeks by the stinging tears of regret and loss. In truth, he’s probably already sweet-talking his next victim into bed like a smelly, low-grade version of James Bond. Hannah seems fine about it. I think she’ll recover quicker than I will – she’ll be in the arms of someone better and cleaner by Friday, while the sight of Toby in his streaky underpants will haunt my dreams for a decade.

RC 17-11-08
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