Tuesday, June 14, 2005
And You May Ask Yourself.. Well...How Did I Get Here?
Today was the day for the removal of the stylish purple cast. Today they were going to discover that I'd only had a sprain after all, and everything would be alright and I would be able to wash my hair properly again and go back to work and all that stuff.
LineManager had informed my that there was some sort of 'discrepancy' regarding my sick note. I would need to get a new one to cover today. Only today. That's all I needed because, today, they were going to discover it was only a sprain and everything would be alright and I would be able to wash my hair properly again and go back to work and all that stuff.
I explained the sick note scenario to the
I rang LineManager. He put me on hold. He spoke to some people upstairs. They said it wasn't up to me, and I wasn't allowed to go back to work unless I got the note changed. For Health & Safety Reasons. I rang the hospital. I can't get the note changed without seeing the Doctor.
The Doctor's next clinic is .... in two weeks. Bugger.
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