my manager saying that we should report any injuries for whatever, and like. my man. we’re gonna be here all week if i start telling you about every little ache i experience. you’ll never hear the end of it.
my joints are shot, my back is a torture device, and i will bump into anything even if it’s just vaguely in the way. i have scratched myself on the displays too many times to count, splashed myself with boiling water and so on.
you don’t want me to start.












