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STOP IT. Srsly, 2013, just STOP IT. - Diary of a Necromancer
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STOP IT. Srsly, 2013, just STOP IT.
Barely six weeks into the New Stupid Job and Mum came home with her arm in a sling from tripping on somebody's wonky sidewalk and cracking her, um, the pointy bit on the outboard side of your elbow (the head of the humerus). The sling is more about the overall spraining, I gather, and she's not in all that much pain, but she's still going to be various degrees of inconvenienced-and-underfoot for possibly six to eight weeks. In the morning she's going to ring the New Stupid Job and see what her options-if-any are, since 'delivering random bulky things to people with more money than patience' is obviously An Issue with one arm out of commission, not to mention it's her car-ignition hand and she only got home by climbing in the passenger-side door to start it lefty. One imagines there's something resembling workman's comp involved here, as well as that it was on private property so possibly they're insured as a building, but GAH.

At least she might have the leisure now to make a few calls about finding out how much it would be to get the oven and the dryer fixed...

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