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I think I'm getting sick.
And I also think I killed my back.
Deborah sucks.
I am never going underneath a conveyor belt again. Conveyor belts HURT. Especially when there's a bolt stick out. I went under the because Deborah (psychobitch) was 30 minutes late, and I needed my high value materials. All I need was like two rolls of stickers and a folder. She refuses to keep it in the filing cabinet like we originally did. She stores everything in this gray box under the belt. After I hurt myself I asked her about moving it, she said "Well, it's been under there for months and I've never had a problem." I wonder why? Could it be because I'm like 5'7", and she's 5'4"? DUH! Of course she wouldn't have a problem! I didn't think what I was asking for would be such a big deal, but she made it out to be. Meanwhile, my back is like THROBBING. After a little while I wanted to go up to the bathroom and check my back. She was like, "Oh, well, do you want me to check it for you?" I told her no, I'd rather go up to the bathroom. She responded, "Well, I'll just look down your shirt so you can save your modesty."
What the fuck? How does that save my modesty? Honestly. Granted, it was on my back. .but yeah. Come on.
So now, I have a half an inch wide and two inch long welt on my back underneath my shoulder blade.
Notice how I'm completely UNamused by this.
And I also think I killed my back.
Deborah sucks.
I am never going underneath a conveyor belt again. Conveyor belts HURT. Especially when there's a bolt stick out. I went under the because Deborah (psychobitch) was 30 minutes late, and I needed my high value materials. All I need was like two rolls of stickers and a folder. She refuses to keep it in the filing cabinet like we originally did. She stores everything in this gray box under the belt. After I hurt myself I asked her about moving it, she said "Well, it's been under there for months and I've never had a problem." I wonder why? Could it be because I'm like 5'7", and she's 5'4"? DUH! Of course she wouldn't have a problem! I didn't think what I was asking for would be such a big deal, but she made it out to be. Meanwhile, my back is like THROBBING. After a little while I wanted to go up to the bathroom and check my back. She was like, "Oh, well, do you want me to check it for you?" I told her no, I'd rather go up to the bathroom. She responded, "Well, I'll just look down your shirt so you can save your modesty."
What the fuck? How does that save my modesty? Honestly. Granted, it was on my back. .but yeah. Come on.
So now, I have a half an inch wide and two inch long welt on my back underneath my shoulder blade.
Notice how I'm completely UNamused by this.