Car Fun!
Some of you may remember that, last year, I managed to get myself run over (www.b3ta.com/questions/reallyscared/post72673).

I'd just started a new job at the time and, after having gone to the hospital and spent a fitful night not sleeping due to the pain, I went to work the following day. Even in this situation, I took the 'it's better to be sent home ill than look like you're skiving' viewpoint. I'd just started, like I say, and did not want to be in trouble.

When I got to work, I showed the MD the accident report (still amuses me that it said 'Car vs Pedestrian), at which he laughed. I then showed it to my manager, who said 'ooh, I bet that hurt'. You could actually see the bruise that covered my back through my shirt.

Eventually, I asked to leave as the painkillers were wearing off and I was getting decidedly limited in the movement department.

The answer? No. If I was well enough to come in, I was well enough to be there.

Bastards. Just goes to show that recruitment consultants are soulless bastards. And yet I still do the job because no-one else will employ me! I've got skills! I've got ambition! I just need a chance!

Whoops!

EDIT: Damn. Can't make the link work. Sorry!
( Devil_In_Tights doesn't care if you are Valerie Singleton nude..., Mon 28 Jan 2008, 15:07, closed)

What lovely people.
Have a click and tell them I said you could have the afternoon off..
(Big D, Mon 28 Jan 2008, 15:25, )

Cool
So what was it like being in East 17?

I imagine only one person in the world could run themselves over...
( Moonraker Raking your moon, Mon 28 Jan 2008, 17:32, )

Arf!
I should clarify... I was not driving the car that ran me over! :)

Add that to that the fact that I'm just about able to construct a sentence, and you should be able to deduce that I'm not, and never have been, in East 17. :)
( Devil_In_Tights doesn't care if you are Valerie Singleton nude..., Mon 28 Jan 2008, 17:43, )