I was in a much better mood today, then I had to help move some pallets in the warehouse and my shoulder pain flared up again. Bloody thing. I’m not even 30 yet, why is my body acting like I’m 90?
I stumbled into the manager’s office grimacing and contorted and said “I’m in agony here, who’s the first-aider on duty?”
Secretary Shirley looked at her book and said “I think you are, Ches” and went back to eating her sandwich.
Bitch.
One of the ladies from the restaurant brought me some ice to put on it and said “If you stretch a bit before you pull a pallet truck you’ll find these things don’t happen”
I said “Great. Thanks. Where were you 10 minutes ago, oh great queen of hindsight?”
She said “Piss off then, I’m only trying to help” and tipped the ice over my head.
I swear I am never going to talk to a woman again.
RC 16-5-13
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