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thessalianWith the pain...
First of all; a little comment to the Transport for London people. You want to do engineering work? Fine. But a) don't do it during rush hour if you can avoid it and b) if you do have to do it during rush hour, let the people who give the half-hourly travel reports on the radio know about it so that we the people know to take another route? As it is, you wind up leaving a lot of people stranded at ... let's say Wimbledon station and then cramming themselves onto the first available train like sardines.
Did I mention I was late for work this morning?
And the day got no better. First I dropped a very heavy stack of X-ray folders onto my fingers (yes, by accident), then I pulled something in my shoulder trying to make sure I didn't drop a similarly large stack of X-ray folders on my head while manhandling them off a high shelf. I thought some aspirin would ease the pain somewhat so went down to get a can of Coke (you do not drink the tapwater in hospitals...). Or started to -- passing an open doorway, some jag-off comes barreling out of it trying to catch a lift and smacked right into my bad shoulder. Which was bad enough, but in that apologetic, "Are you all right?" moment, he grabbed my upper arm and squeezed. I know he meant well, but...
I don't feel well, either. My throat hurts, I'm permanently tired and I just know that I'm going to wake up one morning in the next couple of days and be incapable of movement. Want to wait until the weekend, please, Mr Virus? I've already had a day off this week.
Being a temp sucks. The one good thing about my day was the fact that the Pink Lady had to go into a meeting this afternoon to talk about things that the secretaries wanted mentioning and it was agreed that I might be mentioned as wanting my job permanently. Sick pay would be good.
Thess
First of all; a little comment to the Transport for London people. You want to do engineering work? Fine. But a) don't do it during rush hour if you can avoid it and b) if you do have to do it during rush hour, let the people who give the half-hourly travel reports on the radio know about it so that we the people know to take another route? As it is, you wind up leaving a lot of people stranded at ... let's say Wimbledon station and then cramming themselves onto the first available train like sardines.
Did I mention I was late for work this morning?
And the day got no better. First I dropped a very heavy stack of X-ray folders onto my fingers (yes, by accident), then I pulled something in my shoulder trying to make sure I didn't drop a similarly large stack of X-ray folders on my head while manhandling them off a high shelf. I thought some aspirin would ease the pain somewhat so went down to get a can of Coke (you do not drink the tapwater in hospitals...). Or started to -- passing an open doorway, some jag-off comes barreling out of it trying to catch a lift and smacked right into my bad shoulder. Which was bad enough, but in that apologetic, "Are you all right?" moment, he grabbed my upper arm and squeezed. I know he meant well, but...
I don't feel well, either. My throat hurts, I'm permanently tired and I just know that I'm going to wake up one morning in the next couple of days and be incapable of movement. Want to wait until the weekend, please, Mr Virus? I've already had a day off this week.
Being a temp sucks. The one good thing about my day was the fact that the Pink Lady had to go into a meeting this afternoon to talk about things that the secretaries wanted mentioning and it was agreed that I might be mentioned as wanting my job permanently. Sick pay would be good.
Thess
