I hate my job.

I really, really, really hate my job.

Due to a back injury that kept me out of work for many weeks, when I finally came back I told everyone I was unable to lift anything, bend over, carry anything or engrave anything. Doctors orders. But then the week before Christmas we get slow and corporate cuts our hours. And someone calls off and almost no one else is available. So I end up by myself for a bit. And the TENS (Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulators) unit that I got so that I could go back to work wasn't working well today; something about the way I move or the place it needs to be positioned made the electrodes keep falling off. And then I find out that the hours my doctor wants me to stay at don't combine well enough for the hours I need to work to keep my health insurance.

Did I mention I hate my job?

But I am home now. And now that I have vented, not so grumpy. And my TENS unit is now happily stimulating my nerves.

And I don't have to work tomorrow.