Fuck.
So yesterday I hurt my back at work. I don't know how. All I know is that I was bending (from the knees like WHS told us to) to pick up a stack of folders, then all of sudden, 'snap-crackle-pop' and I almost fell over.
I think someone must have told Sue, because she came to me this afternoon and said "If you have a back injury, I want you to take next week off to rest. I don't want you doing further damage."
So... long story short... I have next week off.
Now, I'm on the fence about my feelings for the situation. On the one hand, I'm like "fuck! I need to work! I'll go crazy!", while on the other hand I'm like "Whoo hoo! Sleep in!"
Eh... I'm tired and a little bit cranky. My back doesn't hurt as much as it did this morning, but that can be deceiving, I think.
In other news, Carly and I are going to see CATS at the Convention Centre in Brisbane tomorrow night, so yayness! I need to find my good pants to go out in.
I think someone must have told Sue, because she came to me this afternoon and said "If you have a back injury, I want you to take next week off to rest. I don't want you doing further damage."
So... long story short... I have next week off.
Now, I'm on the fence about my feelings for the situation. On the one hand, I'm like "fuck! I need to work! I'll go crazy!", while on the other hand I'm like "Whoo hoo! Sleep in!"
Eh... I'm tired and a little bit cranky. My back doesn't hurt as much as it did this morning, but that can be deceiving, I think.
In other news, Carly and I are going to see CATS at the Convention Centre in Brisbane tomorrow night, so yayness! I need to find my good pants to go out in.