So sorry everyone to have such a lapse in time from the last blog as I've had alot going on. I will do my best to try and stay on top of it better, or at least as best as I can.
Well I returned back into work from my suspension fresh on a Monday morning, however I don't think they were ready for me. No one knew where my ID was so I had to wait for a few different people to come in so they could figure out who actually had it so I could come back in physically. To me it was really kinda of entertaining, one person took the ID so where did they put it or whom did they give it to...really it had only been a 3 day suspension I wasn't gone that long.
OK so now were passed that may lay and we again have to figure out what to do with me, remember this is a warehouse so there are limited jobs for sitting down most of what needs to be done is pretty heavy or requires some sort of lifting and walking and these are things I'm not suppose to do. My supervisor and loss prevention both are hoping they have something for me to do because I'm on the clock still getting paid. I happened to get lucky for a few days a new item launch was getting ready to be happening so they always have a bunch of tedious papers that have to be folded and placed into plastic sleeves, just perfect for someone who has to sit and better to have a person on light duty doing it then pulling someone from their job to do it, so I guess it kinda worked out. I didn't drag my feet (no pun intended) or go slow doing it, I got into a system and just knocked it out. I was a little nervous for what job might be next knowing that most light duty jobs are generally dirty and can heavier which for me was no good for my foot/ankle.
In between work there were also doctors appointments too. I was only seeing the company doctor at this time and he always kept with the ER's diagnosis. I kept telling him the pain just didn't seem to be going away and I thought I would already be feeling some kind of relief and be off the crutches or at least be able to put some sort of weight on it by this point, but I still couldn't. The doctor didn't seem to alarmed at this point ,he just ace wrapped my foot, put me in an air cast and told me to use the crutches. He at this point limited my light duty to sedentary only to keep me off my foot.
Sedentary light duty was almost a joke. No matter what I was going to be doing I knew it wouldn't be sedentary but I had to wait and see, I told the doctor nothing would be sitting and he said if there was a problem to call him and he would call there because he didn't want me on it, it needed to heal. I turned in the paperwork and they just kind of gave the sedentary a look...I knew what the look meant, "like yeah right." They started me with damages, well I got to get the totes from point A to point B, then go threw them and separate the things accordingly. I choose to sit in a rolling chair a drag the totes back and forth...that wasn't walking right, how else were they gonna get there, I didn't have a magic wand. They wanted a group leader to keep bringing them to me, she was busy alot and wasn't always able to tell when I needed more or even right there when I needed them...I was driving her crazy and you could see it was bothering her, just another thing in a list of a million things in a day she already needed to do...and now she had me as a burden to top it off. I stayed with damages for a little while and was eventually moved into the upstairs offices to help with filing and things of that nature which is something I'm very able to do even though I worked in a warehouse. It was a welcome change to my injury as I was able to sit, but move around as my foot/ankle and now lower leg sometimes demanded. I was now under the care of an Orthopedic and in Physical Therapy three times a week, but that will have to wait for next time.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
Light Duty
Sleeping that first night in that much pain with Vicodin, oh what a joy. Vicodin and me do not get along, see eye to eye or it is just plain evil. The dreams were awful, pretty much the most vivid, horrific, scary like you were really there kinda dreams. It didn't matter thou because I needed that pain medicine one way or another and I wasn't scheduled to see the company doctor yet to get anything else. That next morning when I woke up to go to work I was exhausted from my nights sleep...imagine that exhausted from sleep. It was those wild dreams, I know it. Getting ready seemed to take FOREVER, you never know how important your foot is until you can't use it. Getting in and out of the shower, heck just standing in there washing was hard, then doing my hair and brushing my teeth, all that standing was really taking its toll on me. The most fun was yet to be had when it was time to leave, see I live in an upstairs condo...you caught that right...upstairs, I had to navigate my way down the stairs with my crutches, I'm sure it would have been entertaining for someone, but it wasn't for me. Now the task of getting in the car without hurting myself and getting to work. Yup, I could still drive because it was my left foot, not saying it was easy but I could do it.
Fast forward to work now>>>>>So I get in and the fun begins because no one knows what to do with me. Being on crutches now really limits the amount of light duty assignments I'm going to be able to do, plus I haven't seen the company doctor yet so they don't really have my work restrictions yet. Loss prevention comes in an hour behind us so I knew they would be getting me an appointment as soon as possible, but what until then. Well they stuck me back in our offices making store survey calls...BORING. I couldn't wait to go to the doctor, which I ended up seeing that morning. Darn, and when I came back I was still stuck making those calls.
I made calls for a few days and then we had Thursday off for Thanksgiving and then we were back on Friday. I seemed to go to the doctor every few days and nothing seemed to change, my pain was still at a high level and standing and walking even with crutches was painful. This doctor told me I had a deep bone bruise to my ankle and a crush sprain to both my foot and ankle. What? Sound like an oxymoron to me. He put an air cast on and an ace bandage and still had me on crutches, but now really limited me to more sedentary work.
I was starting to wonder when I would hear what type of punishment I would receive for my accident by that following Monday, well it had already been a week. No sooner I start wondering I find out and man did I find out. Two days later right after I clocked in my supervisor asked to speak to me and had me come into the manager of the departments office, he was in there waiting. After we entered she shut the door behind us, as we have some VERY nosey people in the department. We sat down and I waited for it. They questioned me again a little bit about the accident, brought up any mobile accidents I've had during my career there, talked about the shoulda, coulda, wouldas and then gave me a 3 day unpaid suspension starting that day. My manager said he needed my id while I was suspended and I could return on Monday. I was a little taken back by the suspension because it was an equipment failure, but I was even more taken back when I was told "this is to teach you a lesson". We are trained to stay on our equipment until it comes to a complete stop and I didn't. In that moment when my brakes failed I felt as if I had no other option but to bail from my truck, it felt unsafe to stay on.
I turned over my id and they walked me to the front and I had a 5 day weekend. Not happy that I was home not getting paid but at the same time I was home resting my foot. Monday I was back for more light duty and more doctors appointments. But why am I not getting any better, why is the pain still the same...these answers all in due time....
Fast forward to work now>>>>>So I get in and the fun begins because no one knows what to do with me. Being on crutches now really limits the amount of light duty assignments I'm going to be able to do, plus I haven't seen the company doctor yet so they don't really have my work restrictions yet. Loss prevention comes in an hour behind us so I knew they would be getting me an appointment as soon as possible, but what until then. Well they stuck me back in our offices making store survey calls...BORING. I couldn't wait to go to the doctor, which I ended up seeing that morning. Darn, and when I came back I was still stuck making those calls.
I made calls for a few days and then we had Thursday off for Thanksgiving and then we were back on Friday. I seemed to go to the doctor every few days and nothing seemed to change, my pain was still at a high level and standing and walking even with crutches was painful. This doctor told me I had a deep bone bruise to my ankle and a crush sprain to both my foot and ankle. What? Sound like an oxymoron to me. He put an air cast on and an ace bandage and still had me on crutches, but now really limited me to more sedentary work.
I was starting to wonder when I would hear what type of punishment I would receive for my accident by that following Monday, well it had already been a week. No sooner I start wondering I find out and man did I find out. Two days later right after I clocked in my supervisor asked to speak to me and had me come into the manager of the departments office, he was in there waiting. After we entered she shut the door behind us, as we have some VERY nosey people in the department. We sat down and I waited for it. They questioned me again a little bit about the accident, brought up any mobile accidents I've had during my career there, talked about the shoulda, coulda, wouldas and then gave me a 3 day unpaid suspension starting that day. My manager said he needed my id while I was suspended and I could return on Monday. I was a little taken back by the suspension because it was an equipment failure, but I was even more taken back when I was told "this is to teach you a lesson". We are trained to stay on our equipment until it comes to a complete stop and I didn't. In that moment when my brakes failed I felt as if I had no other option but to bail from my truck, it felt unsafe to stay on.
I turned over my id and they walked me to the front and I had a 5 day weekend. Not happy that I was home not getting paid but at the same time I was home resting my foot. Monday I was back for more light duty and more doctors appointments. But why am I not getting any better, why is the pain still the same...these answers all in due time....
Friday, February 3, 2012
The ER
So I'm on my un-fun 10 minute bumpy ambulance ride the hospitals ER and now were finally there, AMEN no more bumps! As the EMT's start wheeling me in on the stretcher the first thing I see is one of my best friends in the whole wide world Michelle, boy was I happy to see her. The first thing she says to me is "What the hell did you do to yourself?", and we both just took a second to laugh. She could tell I was in immense pain and I'm sure she could she the swelling. They wheeled me into a room where I was really trying my hardest to stay light through all the pain and for anyone who knows Michelle they know it's very easy to laugh with her so she helped me more then she'll ever know. I can't remember when I asked her how she knew I was hurt or going to be at that hospital but it was sometime close to when I first arrived she told me that her husband Greg had called her frantic from the job and told her I had been seriously injured, she could tell by his voice it was bad so met me at the hospital. If you ever wondered what a true friend is, now you know.
So back to the story...well the nurses have come in and asked a few questions but haven't touched a thing and now the doctor comes in and I know he is about to take my shoe off. Michelle is standing next to me and I feel like I'm ready to pass out, from the pain...or maybe the fear of whats under the shoe and I'm wondering is he gonna cut my sneaker off or un-tie it and take it off. (My sneakers were only a week old a still looked brand new, well not that one anymore, it was all black from the dirt and grease under the truck but still I wasn't sure about how I would feel about having a new pair of shoes cut off.) Well the doctor sized it up for a second then started un-lacing the shoe and gently took it off. When the shoe came off the pain level shot through the roof, my guess would be because now the foot had plenty of space to expand. His next move was to gently remove my sock and at this point we were all probably holding our breath not knowing what to expect once it was to come off. OMG...shear shock I'll tell ya, I had never seen something that black and swollen in my life, it was ugly. The first words the doctor uttered were "Oh, it's broke!", then set me up for x-rays. Michelle and I had a few moments to discuss the ugliness of my left foot and what we were guessing as the diagnosis just before the I was taken down for my x-rays.
The x-ray tech tried very hard to be gentle while setting up each x-ray but everything hurt. My time in radiology went very fast, and I was returned back to my room to wait for the results and hopefully some pain meds. Michelle and I still just tried to keep the jokes cracking to keep my head somewhere else, but I think that's our normal MO's anyway...we can't help it. When the doctor returned I couldn't help but to notice that he seemed almost a bit down, then he spoke,"It isn't broke.", it was like he was upset almost as if it had to be broken or else. I was excited, both Michelle and I were a little shocked I think we also thought I had broken it too, heck everyone seemed to think so. I was now feeling great about my situation saying to my bestie how fast I would be back to working and everything.
The nurse came back in and gave me a vicodin for the pain...thank the heavens for that because I needed it and a prescription for more as I would need something for the pain over the next week or so, then she ace wrapped my foot and handed me some crutches...ha-ha, I had never used them before so this was gonna be fun. I asked her what I had done to myself and I was told it was only a sprain, oh, OK. I had managed to be in and out of the ER in under an hour, unheard of right?
So, Michelle helped me out to her truck and returned me back to the job as that's where I needed to go after medical treatment. I turned in all of the paperwork and due to the meds I was given they decided it was best to send me home for the rest of the day and return back to work the following day. So I went home to rest and the next day my journey again would begin.
So back to the story...well the nurses have come in and asked a few questions but haven't touched a thing and now the doctor comes in and I know he is about to take my shoe off. Michelle is standing next to me and I feel like I'm ready to pass out, from the pain...or maybe the fear of whats under the shoe and I'm wondering is he gonna cut my sneaker off or un-tie it and take it off. (My sneakers were only a week old a still looked brand new, well not that one anymore, it was all black from the dirt and grease under the truck but still I wasn't sure about how I would feel about having a new pair of shoes cut off.) Well the doctor sized it up for a second then started un-lacing the shoe and gently took it off. When the shoe came off the pain level shot through the roof, my guess would be because now the foot had plenty of space to expand. His next move was to gently remove my sock and at this point we were all probably holding our breath not knowing what to expect once it was to come off. OMG...shear shock I'll tell ya, I had never seen something that black and swollen in my life, it was ugly. The first words the doctor uttered were "Oh, it's broke!", then set me up for x-rays. Michelle and I had a few moments to discuss the ugliness of my left foot and what we were guessing as the diagnosis just before the I was taken down for my x-rays.
The x-ray tech tried very hard to be gentle while setting up each x-ray but everything hurt. My time in radiology went very fast, and I was returned back to my room to wait for the results and hopefully some pain meds. Michelle and I still just tried to keep the jokes cracking to keep my head somewhere else, but I think that's our normal MO's anyway...we can't help it. When the doctor returned I couldn't help but to notice that he seemed almost a bit down, then he spoke,"It isn't broke.", it was like he was upset almost as if it had to be broken or else. I was excited, both Michelle and I were a little shocked I think we also thought I had broken it too, heck everyone seemed to think so. I was now feeling great about my situation saying to my bestie how fast I would be back to working and everything.
The nurse came back in and gave me a vicodin for the pain...thank the heavens for that because I needed it and a prescription for more as I would need something for the pain over the next week or so, then she ace wrapped my foot and handed me some crutches...ha-ha, I had never used them before so this was gonna be fun. I asked her what I had done to myself and I was told it was only a sprain, oh, OK. I had managed to be in and out of the ER in under an hour, unheard of right?
So, Michelle helped me out to her truck and returned me back to the job as that's where I needed to go after medical treatment. I turned in all of the paperwork and due to the meds I was given they decided it was best to send me home for the rest of the day and return back to work the following day. So I went home to rest and the next day my journey again would begin.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
ERT and Ambulance
As the first few co-workers rolled up some went straight to the work and a few came right to me immediately realizing something was terribly wrong, I believe I was already going into some form of shock. To protect the people I worked with and for other reasons I will not name them here in this blog, I'm sure you will understand. One of the girls working with me grabbed on to me asking if she needed to call a "Code Blue" (for those of you who don't know what this is, this is so that when an injury occurs any employee can call over the PA system to the entire warehouse a "code blue" and where in the building it is, so that ERT- emergency response team members can quickly get o the area and the person), I begged her not to telling her someone had already run for help. You may be asking why I begged her not to call in such a sever situation...well, in our warehouse the call for a code blue brings out the nosies and I knew I was in real trouble and I needed help not a ton of looky-lous hoovering about to get a fresh rumor to talk about.
As I was waiting for the Calvary of help to arrive "R" stayed with me, she tried to help me move to sit but was unsuccessful as I couldn't walk. Just as the team of ERT members came speeding up in a maintenance vehicle "R" started to notice that I was shaking uncontrollably and she was starting to have a hard time holding me up now, so the ERT took over. "RX" who had pretty much seen the accident or aftermath and ran for the help stayed just long enough to see I was going to be OK then went onto work. ERT members, "J", "T", and "JC" now had everything under control with the help of a close friend that was a part of maintenance, Greg. They swiftly lifted me onto the truck and speed me off to the ERT room and started splinting and icing my foot leaving my shoe on. I figure they left it on not knowing what they would find if they took it off.
Greg stayed as long as they would let him (which was nice on their part), as I was scared to death and they knew we were good friends (Greg's wife Michelle is one of my Best Friends, I had been in their wedding some years before), so I think they knew it helped to keep me somewhat calm as they were asking 1 million questions so they could fill out the accident forms and make the calls to my family and the ambulance.
"J" and "JC" wrapped up and stayed threw most of the paperwork then were sent back out to work as was Greg, so know all that was left was me, "T", a supervisor who had come in and random loss prevention people who had to come in and out for different info. at this point we were just waiting for the squad to get there. When the squad arrived so did the police (I have no idea why, but they did), they all filed into the room asking all the same questions and by now the pain was beyond what I could handle so I did my best to answer. They strapped to the bed rolled me out placed in the ambulance and off we went for the hospital.
The guys on the squad were all volunteer and very nice, also tried there best to not hit too my bumps...however that didn't work out so well. As they looked down upon my foot they felt as though I probably wasn't going to have a great outcome just from what they could see even with the shoe on. From what they were saying the swelling was unreal and given the type of accident i shouldn't be surprised if I didn't break my foot...well GREAT!
Well only the X-rays and the Emergency Room visit would give me the answers...we were all shocked, I'm sure you will be too!
As I was waiting for the Calvary of help to arrive "R" stayed with me, she tried to help me move to sit but was unsuccessful as I couldn't walk. Just as the team of ERT members came speeding up in a maintenance vehicle "R" started to notice that I was shaking uncontrollably and she was starting to have a hard time holding me up now, so the ERT took over. "RX" who had pretty much seen the accident or aftermath and ran for the help stayed just long enough to see I was going to be OK then went onto work. ERT members, "J", "T", and "JC" now had everything under control with the help of a close friend that was a part of maintenance, Greg. They swiftly lifted me onto the truck and speed me off to the ERT room and started splinting and icing my foot leaving my shoe on. I figure they left it on not knowing what they would find if they took it off.
Greg stayed as long as they would let him (which was nice on their part), as I was scared to death and they knew we were good friends (Greg's wife Michelle is one of my Best Friends, I had been in their wedding some years before), so I think they knew it helped to keep me somewhat calm as they were asking 1 million questions so they could fill out the accident forms and make the calls to my family and the ambulance.
"J" and "JC" wrapped up and stayed threw most of the paperwork then were sent back out to work as was Greg, so know all that was left was me, "T", a supervisor who had come in and random loss prevention people who had to come in and out for different info. at this point we were just waiting for the squad to get there. When the squad arrived so did the police (I have no idea why, but they did), they all filed into the room asking all the same questions and by now the pain was beyond what I could handle so I did my best to answer. They strapped to the bed rolled me out placed in the ambulance and off we went for the hospital.
The guys on the squad were all volunteer and very nice, also tried there best to not hit too my bumps...however that didn't work out so well. As they looked down upon my foot they felt as though I probably wasn't going to have a great outcome just from what they could see even with the shoe on. From what they were saying the swelling was unreal and given the type of accident i shouldn't be surprised if I didn't break my foot...well GREAT!
Well only the X-rays and the Emergency Room visit would give me the answers...we were all shocked, I'm sure you will be too!
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Disaster Strikes
So there I am the first transporter at the dock with any work, as usual I travel around it to see where everything will be going as all the items generally do not go to the same place. The equipment that I'm operating allows me to take 2 pallets at one time so to make better use of travel time it always makes more sense to take 2 pallets going to the same place, so that's what I was scanning for. Now that I've just found what I needed I'm preparing my truck into a position as to back into these pallets to pick them up and go...or so I thought. As I tried plugging (a method of turning the throttle in the opposite direction) to slow my truck to then put it into reverse I quickly realized something was wrong so I tried to put my trucks arm bar (emergency break) to stop it , which didn't work either...my breaks were failing and my truck wasn't going to stop until it did so on it's own. (These transporters are stand-up driven motorized pallet jacks which carry 2 pallets, they weigh upwards of 2 tons, the top speed is maybe 5-8 mph but with that much weight behind them that's fast.) All of a sudden the only thought that came into my head was "fight or flight", I wasn't about to take this un-operated ride on this piece of heavy equipment until it came to rest wherever it felt like it, and maybe hurting me in the process, so I bailed...mind you this isn't the first time I or any of my fellow transporters have had to do this...but today it would be the worst decision of my life.
So I bail from the truck as I have done times before (then of course I have to call for maintenance to come get it, and they ALWAYS brought them back saying NOTHING was wrong...CRAP!), well this time as I jump down off the platform for whatever reason and to this day I still have no idea how it happened the truck sprung back toward me and rolled my left foot clean under.
OUCH, wasn't the thought even racing threw my mind, no one had even seen it, it was only 7:15 am and everyone else was still lulling about, hell I should have still been lulling about, maybe because I had just came off vacation and it was a short week I felt like just busting a move, who knows. At this point all I knew was I needed this truck OFF my foot and now, before someone saw it. The sheer panic it would've caused someone potentially seeing it may have caused them to drive it the wrong way and take my foot off, so I knew I would have to calmly think and process in my mind which way to turn the throttle to get it off my foot without taking my own foot off (which could be a really possibility at this point as the cast wheel was resting right on the bottom of my sneaker). Just I removed the truck and began to really feel the pain the first person started walking threw and realized what he had just seen...I think he may have been in as much shock as I was. He immediately went for ERT help and it seemed that at that same moment some of my co-workers had started descending on that dock for work and realized I was in real trouble....thank God!
Now my real fight would begin and I didn't know one was coming.
So I bail from the truck as I have done times before (then of course I have to call for maintenance to come get it, and they ALWAYS brought them back saying NOTHING was wrong...CRAP!), well this time as I jump down off the platform for whatever reason and to this day I still have no idea how it happened the truck sprung back toward me and rolled my left foot clean under.
OUCH, wasn't the thought even racing threw my mind, no one had even seen it, it was only 7:15 am and everyone else was still lulling about, hell I should have still been lulling about, maybe because I had just came off vacation and it was a short week I felt like just busting a move, who knows. At this point all I knew was I needed this truck OFF my foot and now, before someone saw it. The sheer panic it would've caused someone potentially seeing it may have caused them to drive it the wrong way and take my foot off, so I knew I would have to calmly think and process in my mind which way to turn the throttle to get it off my foot without taking my own foot off (which could be a really possibility at this point as the cast wheel was resting right on the bottom of my sneaker). Just I removed the truck and began to really feel the pain the first person started walking threw and realized what he had just seen...I think he may have been in as much shock as I was. He immediately went for ERT help and it seemed that at that same moment some of my co-workers had started descending on that dock for work and realized I was in real trouble....thank God!
Now my real fight would begin and I didn't know one was coming.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
That day
So it was my first day back to work from vacation, not one where we had went anywhere but just one of rest. I wasn't feeling really rested as Thanksgiving was that Thursday, and I was preparing to make several desserts for our dinner at my cousins home. I tried for years to get this week for vacation, even with the years I had in with the company so many people still had in more time to out rank me, so I was out of luck.
OK, getting back on track...so it was your average Monday, I woke up didn't want to go to work, as usual...lol...really, who does? Working in a warehouse runs sorta like a routine, everyday is pretty much the same and you know what is expected of you. The mornings start with a brief start-up meeting (kind of a heads up of the day), then your off on your way. As in any business there are busy and not so busy times, usually around holiday times. Where I worked my department was very busy prior to holidays then then other departments were busy leading up to the holiday. So in saying this, giving that the holiday was that week we were VERY slow, almost bored to death slow. It was almost comedic watching us trying to not to get into trouble for talking or inventing things work related to do to keep busy. This particular morning was also horribly slow, we could see it when we walked in and were already commenting on how long the day would be. Sorry if I'm dragging, I'm trying to make this accurate. As our start-up meeting closed and we all finished our equipment check lists and started to disperse I saw a a dock that had work to do...I thought "jackpot, found me some work", might not have been my assigned dock but mine had no work yet and this one did and within a few minutes all 12 transporters (that is what we were called, as that was the name of the equipment we drove), would be descending on this little bit of work.
I will end here, sorry for leaving you hanging once again but when I pick up disaster strikes!
OK, getting back on track...so it was your average Monday, I woke up didn't want to go to work, as usual...lol...really, who does? Working in a warehouse runs sorta like a routine, everyday is pretty much the same and you know what is expected of you. The mornings start with a brief start-up meeting (kind of a heads up of the day), then your off on your way. As in any business there are busy and not so busy times, usually around holiday times. Where I worked my department was very busy prior to holidays then then other departments were busy leading up to the holiday. So in saying this, giving that the holiday was that week we were VERY slow, almost bored to death slow. It was almost comedic watching us trying to not to get into trouble for talking or inventing things work related to do to keep busy. This particular morning was also horribly slow, we could see it when we walked in and were already commenting on how long the day would be. Sorry if I'm dragging, I'm trying to make this accurate. As our start-up meeting closed and we all finished our equipment check lists and started to disperse I saw a a dock that had work to do...I thought "jackpot, found me some work", might not have been my assigned dock but mine had no work yet and this one did and within a few minutes all 12 transporters (that is what we were called, as that was the name of the equipment we drove), would be descending on this little bit of work.
I will end here, sorry for leaving you hanging once again but when I pick up disaster strikes!
Monday, January 23, 2012
Feeling lost
Starting this for the first time ever, thought maybe it could be somewhat therapeutic. I'm not a writer so please ignore any and all mistakes, thank you.
So here it goes...I've worked for as long as I can remember, starting with babysitting at about 11. By time I was 14 I had my first REAL job with a paycheck working for Burger King in the mall, it was awesome at the time...at least to me. I moved on to other jobs as I got older and eventually ended up working for a warehouse in 96. Throughout my time there I held a few positions from within learning different things and always wanting to learn more, I think I've always been this way, wanting more. Working in a warehouse environment there is always a chance for injury and I wasn't immune to that, I've had my share of bumps and bruises and such. However there are times when people get seriously injured. In 2000 I had my shoulder repaired for such an injury and after therapy I returned back into work, but that wouldn't be the worst injury I would receive. I would never had guessed that the injury I would receive in November of 2010 would not only be job ending, but for me life altering. Sorry to leave you hanging here for now but this story is not that quick, I will pick it back up later.
So here it goes...I've worked for as long as I can remember, starting with babysitting at about 11. By time I was 14 I had my first REAL job with a paycheck working for Burger King in the mall, it was awesome at the time...at least to me. I moved on to other jobs as I got older and eventually ended up working for a warehouse in 96. Throughout my time there I held a few positions from within learning different things and always wanting to learn more, I think I've always been this way, wanting more. Working in a warehouse environment there is always a chance for injury and I wasn't immune to that, I've had my share of bumps and bruises and such. However there are times when people get seriously injured. In 2000 I had my shoulder repaired for such an injury and after therapy I returned back into work, but that wouldn't be the worst injury I would receive. I would never had guessed that the injury I would receive in November of 2010 would not only be job ending, but for me life altering. Sorry to leave you hanging here for now but this story is not that quick, I will pick it back up later.
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