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Just a vent. Don’t care if it gets taken down

I’m 18, almost 19. I’m young and fairly healthy. Except I injured my back busting my ass for companies that didn’t particularly care. The only exception was a gaming store I worked at, the owner brought us coffee, donuts, gave us a huge discount, worked with us to have a flexible schedule, and paid pretty decently despite the fact min wage was like 10$ and I had never worked in retail before. But I can’t get workers comp because it was a bunch of little injuries, a popped rib here, a pulled muscle there, that accumulated into me having pretty consistent lower back pain. These days I’m using CBD oil and a back brace to get through the day. I work as a busser at a nicer fancy restaurant where chefs cook in front of you. It’s a really hard job for me and it doesn’t pay great so I…


I’m 18, almost 19. I’m young and fairly healthy. Except I injured my back busting my ass for companies that didn’t particularly care. The only exception was a gaming store I worked at, the owner brought us coffee, donuts, gave us a huge discount, worked with us to have a flexible schedule, and paid pretty decently despite the fact min wage was like 10$ and I had never worked in retail before. But I can’t get workers comp because it was a bunch of little injuries, a popped rib here, a pulled muscle there, that accumulated into me having pretty consistent lower back pain.

These days I’m using CBD oil and a back brace to get through the day. I work as a busser at a nicer fancy restaurant where chefs cook in front of you. It’s a really hard job for me and it doesn’t pay great so I picked up another job.

I’m part time. Make 17 an hour. And can work short shifts and still get a decent meal. The other place doesn’t let me take breaks most the time because we’re too busy for anyone to stop.

I called into the fancy place today because I’m in too much pain to move quickly much less run around carrying heavy ceramic dishes, clearing tables, wiping tables, climbing on shit to clean and prep more shit. And the boss was so fucking snappy with me. “I’ll make a note of that in the log book but you have to come in tomorrow.” Sir I feel like there are knives in my back and last night when I was driving home I ended up driving the last few miles with my left foot because I had shooting pain in my right leg. I won’t work again til I can safely do so.

I just started though and I’ve not been great about staying on jobs so I’m anxious about quitting but I don’t know. I just needed to vent I guess.

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