Cue sarcasm above.
My internet time has been whittled away the past few days as I've completed three days of utter torture at work. Last night, I nearly threw in the towel and demanded to go back to the clinic, as my spine started to pop every time I walked.
Moving to afternoons has been a curse. We lost the only reliable supervisor that shift had, and the current supervisor has joined those "doctors" and "clinic specialists" in saying I've been faking the injury from day one.
I don't care what it does to my attendance: I am NOT going in today. Those I know say I'm nuts for even trying to come in. I've worked 24 hours on that bad back, and work conditions have never been worse.
Now's the time for a specialist to intervene, before I become one of those wheelchair passengers my skycap friends from the airport push around daily. As if having no car was bad enough, that would pale in comparison to having no moveable legs.
No job in the world is worth such a hopeless payoff!
