Ask not...

Well, I went ahead and whined about my job. To my boss. Not the boss at the location, but the Temp Boss that hired me for that position.

Me: "No, I'm just saying that it involves heavy lifting, and I remember saying... yes, I'll hold."



Her: "Don't worry about going to work tomorrow."

It was that fast. And I'm still not sure how grateful I should be. I mean, having a job was/is very important. Not the work, exactly, but the pay. I recognize that my family is struggling... we're all having a hard time, and doing my bit made me feel better.

Mind, the physical labor made me feel rotten. Really. Getting home, I couldn't move. My back still feels like I was in the running of the bulls and tripped. Uck.

I'm a bit conflicted here. I'll live, and I imagine some clerical work will come my way eventually.

No money. Except the 2 days I did work.

Moving on.