Mamma always said… No I’m not going to quote Forrest Gump. But I have heard that you should be careful of what you wish for, you just might get it. Meaning not in the way you want. That’s pretty much what happened to me. Working two jobs has lasted far longer than I’d ever like. It seems like all I ever do is work. I generally work much more than 40 hours a week, especially since I don’t get overtime. Fine, whatever. It’s making money.
There are times I would wish, hope and/or pray for time off. Just when I finally had as much as I could take, and started making plans to just get out of town for a weekend by myself… I injure my knee. All because I was rushing to pick up for someone who needed the night off. I got to work, grabbed the orders and SNAP, SNAP! I fall to the ground in pain. Stubborn as I can sometimes be, I still finished the night out. That was the last night I worked over two weeks ago. Well at the night job anyway. Thankfully my day job is a desk job.
I certainly got the time off. In a good amount of pain. I can’t walk without crutches. I was hoping to be back at work by now. Instead, my knee hurts worse today than it did the past couple of days. I’m still waiting for the MRI I was told I needed. Someone else who had a similar injury said he needed surgery and 8 weeks of recovery. That scares the hell out of me. Of course, someone is dragging their feet on authorizing the MRI. Not helping at all.
I don’t know how much longer I’ll be out of working the night job. All I wanted was a break from the relentless work hours and some free time. I got it. It’s more costly than a weekend getaway 😕