So where the hell have I been? Well, it's a long story....
Thursday:
I went into work and after about an hour, I went to the bathroom and noticed that my stomach had broken out in this really weird, hive looking rash. Now, I've been getting rashes the past few weeks, but this was severe. I never seen anything like it before!
So my manager called up Occupational Health and made me an appointment for 2:30pm. I get out there and once they got me back in the room, the nurse started drilling me with a bunch of questions! I was beginning to think I was being interrogated, though I guess when it comes right down to it, I was. Afterwards, the doctor came in. He has a look see and from what I could tell he was pretty stumped, seeing how my shirt covers my abdominal area and does not come in contact with the plastic at work.
He left the room and after about 10-15 minutes he came back and said that either I'm on drugs or I'm having an allergic reaction to the plastic and the heat at work. He suggested that I stay away from the molding machines (but that's my entire job; those machines!) and/or wear an extra layer of clothing over my stomach area to see if that helps. Just as I was getting ready to leave, the nurse comes back in and tells me I'm not finished yet. I mean christ, what else do they need to do? Doh! A pee test! I didn't care, it's not like I'm on drugs, but just the fact that they would test me over a simple rash - now that's strange. Though I guess I can see why they would.
Anyway, I came back home and got ready to go to Randy's brother's musical. That was rather interesting. He's a big guy for being only 16, probably around the 300lb mark. He's a football player and he lifts weights, so it was just odd seeing him play an Indian in this musical - which happened to be "Annie Get Your Gun". Musicals aren't really my thing, but the kids (listen to me, talking like I'm 60 years old and shit) did a really good job. It was better then sitting at home all night anyway.
Friday:
Friday was lame. I really didn't do much of anything because I was so damn tired and still not feeling good from that rash. I mostly slept. Oh, but I did make an appointment to get my hair done on Wednesday!
Saturday:
We went 'over the mountain' to the mall and had a good chicken salad from
Charley's Steakery. I stopped in at Hot Topic to see if I could find anything to buy, but came out with nothing. So we left and went to Target so I could find some shirts for work. I found these really cute shirts - in the mens department. They have names of countries on them, like I got one with Sweden, Holland, and Ireland on it and also one with a pirate skull and crossbones. I'm sure if you've been into Target lately, you've seen them.
Thinking that since they are men's sizes, I went with a small. It wasn't until I got home that I realized they were way too small, even for me! I was just going to keep them and deal with them being too tight, but I decided I'd just take them back on Sunday instead.
Sunday:
Woke up, took shirts back. Got Large instead. Shirts are a little baggy, but will shrink in the wash (hopefully). Randy and I went to the park and walked a whopping 2 miles. Then we came home and Randy tried making us a really good dinner that consisted of honey and buttermilk glazed fried chicken, but he didn't cook the chicken through all the way so I didn't eat any. Nor did he...lol. Then I spent most of the day doing laundry and cleaning. Dreading Monday.
Monday:
Something really weird is going on at work. People are treating me like I have the plague or they know something that I don't - like I'm going to get fired or something. Everyone's whispering and keeping quiet about something and I don't know what it is. Only thing I can think of is this whole rash thing. My employer is most likely having a shit fit because they are forced to pay for the doctor bill and they're trying to get out of paying it by saying I did something to make myself get the rash. Crazy? I wouldn't put it passed them. They're a really small company and I'm sure every penny counts. After I got home today, they had some guy call from Workers Compensation and he asked me a 100 questions - I swear, they think I'm making this shit up.
I'm going to have to quit there anyway. I'm not going to make myself sick or possibly endanger myself in the future just for a job. I'm desperatley looking, but I'm not finding anything. I'd like a job that doesn't have much of a dress code. Like peircings and tattoos would be encouraged instead of looked down upon. I'd love to get a job at a tattoo shop or even a music store. Now if, Miss Fortune, would just throw some luck my way.....
But there you have it. That's where I've been and what has been going on. I'm feeling anxious about tomorrow. Maybe I'll go in and I'll hear, "Your fired!" - Trump style.
Thursday:
I went into work and after about an hour, I went to the bathroom and noticed that my stomach had broken out in this really weird, hive looking rash. Now, I've been getting rashes the past few weeks, but this was severe. I never seen anything like it before!
So my manager called up Occupational Health and made me an appointment for 2:30pm. I get out there and once they got me back in the room, the nurse started drilling me with a bunch of questions! I was beginning to think I was being interrogated, though I guess when it comes right down to it, I was. Afterwards, the doctor came in. He has a look see and from what I could tell he was pretty stumped, seeing how my shirt covers my abdominal area and does not come in contact with the plastic at work.
He left the room and after about 10-15 minutes he came back and said that either I'm on drugs or I'm having an allergic reaction to the plastic and the heat at work. He suggested that I stay away from the molding machines (but that's my entire job; those machines!) and/or wear an extra layer of clothing over my stomach area to see if that helps. Just as I was getting ready to leave, the nurse comes back in and tells me I'm not finished yet. I mean christ, what else do they need to do? Doh! A pee test! I didn't care, it's not like I'm on drugs, but just the fact that they would test me over a simple rash - now that's strange. Though I guess I can see why they would.
Anyway, I came back home and got ready to go to Randy's brother's musical. That was rather interesting. He's a big guy for being only 16, probably around the 300lb mark. He's a football player and he lifts weights, so it was just odd seeing him play an Indian in this musical - which happened to be "Annie Get Your Gun". Musicals aren't really my thing, but the kids (listen to me, talking like I'm 60 years old and shit) did a really good job. It was better then sitting at home all night anyway.
Friday:
Friday was lame. I really didn't do much of anything because I was so damn tired and still not feeling good from that rash. I mostly slept. Oh, but I did make an appointment to get my hair done on Wednesday!
Saturday:
We went 'over the mountain' to the mall and had a good chicken salad from
Charley's Steakery. I stopped in at Hot Topic to see if I could find anything to buy, but came out with nothing. So we left and went to Target so I could find some shirts for work. I found these really cute shirts - in the mens department. They have names of countries on them, like I got one with Sweden, Holland, and Ireland on it and also one with a pirate skull and crossbones. I'm sure if you've been into Target lately, you've seen them.
Thinking that since they are men's sizes, I went with a small. It wasn't until I got home that I realized they were way too small, even for me! I was just going to keep them and deal with them being too tight, but I decided I'd just take them back on Sunday instead.
Sunday:
Woke up, took shirts back. Got Large instead. Shirts are a little baggy, but will shrink in the wash (hopefully). Randy and I went to the park and walked a whopping 2 miles. Then we came home and Randy tried making us a really good dinner that consisted of honey and buttermilk glazed fried chicken, but he didn't cook the chicken through all the way so I didn't eat any. Nor did he...lol. Then I spent most of the day doing laundry and cleaning. Dreading Monday.
Monday:
Something really weird is going on at work. People are treating me like I have the plague or they know something that I don't - like I'm going to get fired or something. Everyone's whispering and keeping quiet about something and I don't know what it is. Only thing I can think of is this whole rash thing. My employer is most likely having a shit fit because they are forced to pay for the doctor bill and they're trying to get out of paying it by saying I did something to make myself get the rash. Crazy? I wouldn't put it passed them. They're a really small company and I'm sure every penny counts. After I got home today, they had some guy call from Workers Compensation and he asked me a 100 questions - I swear, they think I'm making this shit up.
I'm going to have to quit there anyway. I'm not going to make myself sick or possibly endanger myself in the future just for a job. I'm desperatley looking, but I'm not finding anything. I'd like a job that doesn't have much of a dress code. Like peircings and tattoos would be encouraged instead of looked down upon. I'd love to get a job at a tattoo shop or even a music store. Now if, Miss Fortune, would just throw some luck my way.....
But there you have it. That's where I've been and what has been going on. I'm feeling anxious about tomorrow. Maybe I'll go in and I'll hear, "Your fired!" - Trump style.
the_deacon:
Say Adieu to that place...you can get another job. sounds like this one is a detriment to your physical and mental health. I hate pscyo employers. I got piss tested this year...it was amusing because the ones that EVERYONE knows are doing shite just walk away without getting tested. it is really bizarre. Oh well...Good luck on finding out what the Hell is going on there...don't fret over it!
thegooddoctor:
cute puppy.... 