It was my first week at family dollar and I was doing truck and one of the boxes fell off the conveyer belt. I went outside the back door to get it and I wasn't looking down and I forgot there was this very high curb there... Well needless to say I fell off the curb. It hurt sooo bad. I immediately (and embarrasedly) got up and kind of stood against the wall on one leg because my right ankle was killing me.
The truck driver saw me and my manager just heard the truck driver asking me if I was okay. She asked what happened and trying not to
I told her I fell.
My ankle was swelling. We went inside (with me limping) and I filled out an incident report. Now, at the time I didn't have a car. And I had no way to get to the doctors! The manager (she's awesome but I could tell she was pissed that I fell) asked me how I normally got around and I answered by bus. There was no way I was getting on a bus, I was hurt.
So, I called my boyfriend and his best friend just happened to be visiting and had to come and get me. That was just horrible. In the end I was all scrapped up and sprained my ankle.
It was a nightmare... I had to go on workmen's comp for a month or so and I live on the second floor. It was really embarassing. And I felt bad that I had to leave the manager to finish the truck on her own. And let's just say for the remainder of the time I was there I wasn't allowed to do truck because they were afraid I'd fall again. Fine by me.
The truck driver saw me and my manager just heard the truck driver asking me if I was okay. She asked what happened and trying not to
I told her I fell. My ankle was swelling. We went inside (with me limping) and I filled out an incident report. Now, at the time I didn't have a car. And I had no way to get to the doctors! The manager (she's awesome but I could tell she was pissed that I fell) asked me how I normally got around and I answered by bus. There was no way I was getting on a bus, I was hurt.
So, I called my boyfriend and his best friend just happened to be visiting and had to come and get me. That was just horrible. In the end I was all scrapped up and sprained my ankle.
It was a nightmare... I had to go on workmen's comp for a month or so and I live on the second floor. It was really embarassing. And I felt bad that I had to leave the manager to finish the truck on her own. And let's just say for the remainder of the time I was there I wasn't allowed to do truck because they were afraid I'd fall again. Fine by me.




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