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Pain in the Butt (Literal)
Oct. 2nd, 2017 09:50 am Yesterday was a... bad work day. Sunday is always a weird day to have to go into work, but I also managed to get it into my head that I worked from noon to 5 pm, when, in fact, as I discovered when I flipped over the calendar page, I worked from 11 am to 5 pm. When did I discover this? 11:15 am.
That was the first hassle of the day.
To be fair, I didn't really sweat it. I felt like an idiot hopping into the car already late, but I knew there was no way I could race there (Shoreview) in a decent amount of time. I was going to end up working noon to 5, and so that's what I put down on my timesheet when I arrived. My colleagues were unimpressed, but not terribly angry. Subs routinely space out and totally forget entire shifts. I, at least, managed to make it there for five out of the six hours. Not great, but not actually AWFUL.
The real hassle? I managed to fall off a stool while shelving in the kids' section.
For reasons known only to the Shoreview Library furniture buying person, there are these intentionally tipsy bouncy chairs strewn throughout the children's area. I guess they're fun when you're five? When you're fifty and you're expecting your butt to connect to something solid, they are MUCH LESS FUN. I went sprawling (in front of everyone, too,) and managed to deeply bruise my butt and my hip and my shoulder. And, because I am fifty and not five, I'm still suffering today.
Thank god(s) for ibuprofen.
And, an hour ago, my boss called. They're in desperate straits, can I please, please pretty please work for a few hours in New Brighton? OMG I wanted to say no, but I've been saying no a lot lately, and it was time for a 'yes.' I still managed to negotiate for a slightly shorter shift, but only because of the pain in my butt.
That was the first hassle of the day.
To be fair, I didn't really sweat it. I felt like an idiot hopping into the car already late, but I knew there was no way I could race there (Shoreview) in a decent amount of time. I was going to end up working noon to 5, and so that's what I put down on my timesheet when I arrived. My colleagues were unimpressed, but not terribly angry. Subs routinely space out and totally forget entire shifts. I, at least, managed to make it there for five out of the six hours. Not great, but not actually AWFUL.
The real hassle? I managed to fall off a stool while shelving in the kids' section.
For reasons known only to the Shoreview Library furniture buying person, there are these intentionally tipsy bouncy chairs strewn throughout the children's area. I guess they're fun when you're five? When you're fifty and you're expecting your butt to connect to something solid, they are MUCH LESS FUN. I went sprawling (in front of everyone, too,) and managed to deeply bruise my butt and my hip and my shoulder. And, because I am fifty and not five, I'm still suffering today.
Thank god(s) for ibuprofen.
And, an hour ago, my boss called. They're in desperate straits, can I please, please pretty please work for a few hours in New Brighton? OMG I wanted to say no, but I've been saying no a lot lately, and it was time for a 'yes.' I still managed to negotiate for a slightly shorter shift, but only because of the pain in my butt.