Bad Back

REALLY bad back.

I decided to say "fuck it" yesterday morning, turn around and go home. Shooting pains up my back made it damn near impossible to sit tethered to my chair for an entire day.

My only regret is that I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to my co-worker who told the Big Bastard to go STUFF IT. She didn't even come in today, thereby making me even happier.

(I just got off the phone with him--acid drips off my tongue--and I couldn't resist telling him she wasn't here. "THANKS A LOT," he answered, sarcastically. He still thinks she cares. HA! Nothing could be further from the truth.)

A few good leads from her netted me a good appointment on Tuesday morning at 8 am with a new head hunter. That means I'll have to get up mega mega early to go see him on Park Ave to make it this shithole on time, but if it brings me at least 40K? I'll get up at 3 am and walk over the Brooklyn Bridge. I'll willingly extend myself to get out of here. Even the guy I just spoke to was shocked when I told him how much I made. (He mentioned something about Quickbooks. It amazes me how people won't even consider me when I tell them I don't know certain computer programs. As if Dummy books aren't available. What the fuck?)

Well, I'm still in pain, reeking of BioFreeze, a gel version of BenGay. There's a really loud chirping bird on the ledge (Dexter snack!), and I want to keel over and die. I think a trip to the yarn store would do me some good. How is this much pain possible located in a four inch section of my body? HOWWWW?