Healing Purrs
Meet my little buddy Mr. Stripey. Ever since I broke my ankle this week, he has stayed right by my side. According to the doctors, it’s not a bad break–but it sure hurts like hell and I can’t stand to put any weight on it at all, even wearing the air cast I was given at the orthopedist’s office. Work will be interesting on Monday morning–I work in a medical office, and while I can mostly do administrative work while my foot heals, it’s a long way to the bathroom, and much farther to the breakroom. Not that I was actually getting a lunch break most days anyway.
I have realized that now that Republicans have taken over, and this is a red state, employers probably feel like they can treat their employees any way they want, and face few, if any consequences. The fact that many employees don’t get breaks is kind of overlooked. You’re damned if you complain about it and dammed if you don’t. Watch for labor law enforcement in red states to go straight down the toilet over the next four years.