Finger still wounded. Finally stopped bleeding at least. Got the window fixed for free because my maintenance guy says I'm a good kid, so it was no trouble. Just when I think it might not be so bad?
I fall down on the way to work. And limped the rest of the way there.
I'm not entirely sure why I didn't just go home. How I expected to work when I couldn't even make it to the time clock without having twenty people ask why I was in obvious pain is beyond me, but I tried. Was told to go home, but not before the store manager bought me some bandages. And then I spent the rest of the day sulking because yeah, I really need to be working right now. I have sixty dollars until Thursday, and even then my paycheck would've just barely covered the bills. Since they told me I couldn't work today either, the whole damn paycheck will be going to those now. Hell, if they won't let me come back soon, I'm just not going to have enough money at all.
And this is where I wonder how my stepdad always manages to be right about these things. He told me not to buy a new laptop in case something were to happen. Before I did, I was even like 'Yeah, he's probably right'. But some stupid part of my brain said life couldn't possibly be that bitchy to me, right? Plus I needed a functioning computer to pay bills.
Gah. Not sure what I'm going to do here. The ankle doesn't seem much better, though the swelling's gone down. But I need to work. I don't care what they say about making sure I don't injure it more - if I don't get paid, it's not going to matter much. I'm so freaking stressed right now. Thank God for the Internet. I know it's a crutch, but I think I'd go insane if I didn't have something to distract me.
...I felt so bad today when I went down there, too. They had two trucks, and only three people working. I know even if they let me work, it might be a while before I can get back to the backroom. But still! I'm sure I could help them somehow. Get me a wheelchair- I can do picks! I can sit to do break packs (as long as their not mean and stack them too high)! Hell, I'm desperate here. Need a people greeter? Or I can shed paperwork!
I just need to work, dammit.

