The Hits Just Keep on Coming

Of all the things I had planned for my day yesterday, breaking my ankle was NOT one of them. Not only do I feel stupid for falling down the stairs (there were only two of them) and I cringe every time the picture of my ankle turned completely to the inside comes to mind; the knowledge that I was on my hands and knees on a sidewalk of a busy street with my butt facing traffic screaming curses at the top of my lungs makes it all that much worse. At least it gave me something to laugh about while waiting for the X-ray. Actually the jury's still out on whether or not it's actually broken. It may just be a horrible sprain (keeping fingers crossed because that's only two weeks of recovery time and the crutches and I are not getting along). I've sprained my ankle before and I don't remember screaming quite so much in pain. I would have rather have had another gall bladder attack or be in labor again because it was less painful then the pain that radiated off my ankle yesterday. Not to mention the fact that once I crawled to the stairs and got seated I thought I was going to puke from the pain. That's only happened once before and it required surgery to remove the offending gall bladder. It actually stopped hurting for a good twenty minutes as I went into shock, at which time I realized I had also skinned my knee (something I was completely unaware of until the pain in my ankle stopped). I am still in awe of the amount of pain caused and NEVER want to feel anything like that again, thank you very much.

There's a First Time for Everything

Almost six months since my last post. I've been busy working at the Waffle House. Or I was until I got fired. I was shocked. I've never been fired before and how does that look when after seven years of no work you come back only to get fired in five months. I'm wondering if this is a case for the EEOC, but part of me realizes that it's not really worth it because there are better paying jobs out there. For me it's the principal of the thing because I feel like I was wrongly fired. In fact I'm sure I was wrongly fired. I felt like I had a target on my back ever since the new manager got there and even more so after the register mishap. If I did get my job back then it would probably be less than a month before I lost it again for some other insanely asinine reason. Seems like it's not worth it until I think about going to look for another job and them calling the Waffle House to find out why I was fired. It may keep me from getting another job, not to mention the fact that they would be undeservedly smearing my character and I'm not okay with that. I need a few days to think however, seeing as I am upset and any talking to anyone will only result in my crying in frustration because the conversation goes in circles, like they have one thought in their head and it can not be changed even though the truth is in the ticket books.