Oh my acing back

My plan was to go to work but not to do much work at all. On the way I practice what I will say. I haven’t full recuperate, my backs still sore. I could wince as I come in the door. I don’t do any of that I walk into the back and hang up my coat and put on my hat. By the time I get on my apron Jeff has already given me my tasks for the day. “Susan is taking me…” somewhere to do something there’s monsters that you need to make but they’re not due till 6:30 so take your time making them.” There was no way out of it I was on duty; there were things to be done and I was the only one there to do them. How much was it going to hurt to make the monsters? To my surprise it only hurt a little. I think my body kicks into over drive while I’m at work apparently even when I hurt. I even managed to get a sauce bucket. The whole time I winced when things were difficult, hoping to get a little sympathy but I don’t think anyone noticed. While they were talking about last Friday and how terrible it was I managed to inform them that I didn’t come to work Saturday because I’d hurt my back.

“How?”

I don’t know

Too much sex. The idea pleased me more than shocked me. I was pleased to find out that I am not like the stereotypical virgin. The idea that I have had sex, too much, was not unthinkable.

It reminds me of a conversation with another coworker where I mistakenly lead him to believe that I had been engaged.

The girl who had suggested that I hurt my back having sex had spent Friday night throwing up poor thing luckily I hadn’t ben able to make it to work or to even get out of bed because it hadn’t been a good day for anyone but at least I was at home.