No matter what it is, there’s really nothing I can do about it; only time will heal my head. The doctor did say there could be aftereffects that show up weeks/months/years from now.
Lovely. But I can’t worry about it. What’s done is done.
This morning; however, there was more, this time from the corporate end.
Number one: I got written up (the more politically correct term is “coaching”) for not being safe. And, number two, I had to take a drug test.
Clearly, I’m never, ever going to be allowed to be hurt on the job ever again because management frowns upon such things.
Why am I so incensed and on a rant? Because it feels like I’m being punished for getting hurt. Now maybe all this is standard in most companies, but this is the first time I’ve ever gone through this and this is insulting. I had a damn accident. Yes, maybe it was a stupid one, but I got hurt. It happens. Shit happens.
I got written up for getting hurt when we have staff members that call in sick four times in a month (no joke), tell us shit isn’t their job (and therefore don’t/won’t do it) and fake injury to get out of working (also no joke). And none of them get written up. I call bullshit.
I’m trying my damndest to relax – Slayer didn’t help and neither is Megadeath. Maybe a punching bag would help; too bad we don’t have one in the office. But I better not use one lest I get hurt on the job again.