Okay, I had intended on posting something last night, but circumstances prevented it. I got home about 8 last night. About ten minutes later the doorbell rang. It was Orin. Carol invited him over for dinner. To my house. She was out with Ken. They got home about ten minutes after that. And stayed for a while. I was cranky and all I wanted to do was to read DC Comics' new solicitations. At 10 o'clock I excused myself and went to bed. Company left, I'm told, somewhere between 11 and 12.
Anyway, I didn't leave work until 7pm last night. I walked out of the building and to the bus stop. While I was standing there, minding my own business, this woman decides she needs to give me crap. I think. I hear her go "State worker. Hey, what kind of state worker leaves work this late?" I want to tell her to go fuck herself, but instead I say "Me." Then she says, "What? You probably don't go in until 2 o'clock." Now I want to tell her to go fuck herself with a chainsaw, but instead I say "No." Defeated, she says "Good for you" in a sarcastic tone and goes back to minding her own fucking business. Whatever.
Today I started physical therapy for my shoulder. I'm not thrilled about the idea. They want me to come in twice a week for the time being. I don't see that happening. I'll go twice next week and then figure out what I'm going to do. I was given a series of exercises to do at home and I personally think that will be enough. Besides me examination today, I got to lay on a heating pad for twenty minutes. If that's my treatment on Monday, I'm done.
I had other things to say, but I've forgotten them. Bah.
1 comment:
I hope Wednesday is better for you! I hate people that give you crap about your job. I get comments all the time because of the company I work for. You're nicer than I am. I get all sarcastic and bitchy.
*hugs*
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