I’ve pulled a muscle in my arse. I figure it happened while I was mopping the floor at work yesterday. Worse than a paper cut. It’s been a while since I felt something this painful. Stupid muscle! Why is it that the things that you usually have no cause to think about give you such grief when you do/are forced to think about them?
My apologies Goddess for the content of my posts this morning.
I hope you reported it to your OH&S representative.
Not only will you be covered by a WorkCover if you injure your arse again, you will give your HR department something humorous to see them through the week.
I only realised this morning when my bladder woke me up. I work for a very niche gourmet food manufacturing industry hiring >10 people, so there’s no HR department, only my boss. If it still hurts Monday then I’ll have to tell the boss about my arse. 🤦🏼♀️🙆🏼♀️
I’ve pulled a muscle in my arse. I figure it happened while I was mopping the floor at work yesterday. Worse than a paper cut. It’s been a while since I felt something this painful. Stupid muscle! Why is it that the things that you usually have no cause to think about give you such grief when you do/are forced to think about them?
My apologies Goddess for the content of my posts this morning.
Edited to remove some gratuitous expletives.
I hope you reported it to your OH&S representative. Not only will you be covered by a WorkCover if you injure your arse again, you will give your HR department something humorous to see them through the week.
I only realised this morning when my bladder woke me up. I work for a very niche gourmet food manufacturing industry hiring >10 people, so there’s no HR department, only my boss. If it still hurts Monday then I’ll have to tell the boss about my arse. 🤦🏼♀️🙆🏼♀️