Ramblings about work.

I don't think I mentioned how my mother abused me at work last week. It was pretty funny, in retrospect, because there were three intelligent human beings involved in this accident (of course it was an accident, but I've been teasing her about it ever since) and two of them were mothers. Moms are usually a little less prone to this sort of foolishness, but not this time. I was standing at the edge of a dolly in the back room and my mom was on the other side of it. My aunt, sitting on the couch, says, "Take her for a ride!" Mistake number one. Then I step more fully onto it and hang on. Mistake number two. And then my mother proceeds to lift me in preparation for this joyous ride. Major mistake number three. It went way too far down, and I started trying to get off without hitting the floor. Mom says, "I've got you! I've got you!" because she thinks I think I'm about to be dropped. I, however, have had all my weight transferred onto four spots on my legs where the bars go across the back and am eager to get up. They were properly sorry for getting me hurt, but I think we all felt a little dumb because we should have known better. If we'd seen one of the kids doing that, we would have yelled at them until they stopped. I ended up with a really ugly knot and dark bruise on my right leg, but I think I'll probably be alright. :)

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