April 24, 2013
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Rosie's her good ol' self again, wakin' me up by flapping her ears by my face every couple hours, so she can go outside and do her pooperdog thang. meanwhile, sleep is what I need the most, due to our line suddenly turning into a 12 hour day/7 day a week thing
. shit! and speaking of the stalag, I re-injure my index finger, claiming it to be the first time, being I injured it doing the same thing a week or two ago (blah, blah). my supervisor blows off the accident report (as most do). "we'll get it after next break", then when he's nowhere to be found, I remind him later..."you can fill one out after work". again, not knowing where he is at the end of the shift. the next day, I bitch about it to our production handler. "if I tore my arm completely off I'd be dead before the supervisor responded". she just goes into his desk and grabs one (right on!). I fill it out and turn it in (a day later) to the boss's boss. he says "I'll turn it into HR and see if we can get that looked at for ya". awesome! I called HR tonight (22 hours later), and she claims she never got it. anyway, long story; longer: she determines from the phone conversation, that I don't need to see a doctor, and just do light duty work for a couple days. nice! I let her know that there's not a lot of "light duty" things to do on that line. my index finger is used as a trigger finger on a lot of stations driver guns...she's still convinced that I'm good to go. it just needs rest. little does she know I injured it before my vacation, and rested it for an entire week, but I can't bring that up. oh well. it's just a finger, I got 9 more
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