My job had potential, or so I thought. It was after I ended up injuring myself at work in the typical workaholic, can’t kiss an ass to get support way that some of us do, that I realized … what is in this for me. I now have a bad back, my hours were cut down to nothing, my pay was decreased and I have hardly a thing to show for it except the resentments of other co-workers half of the time. You know the idiots who think you work less than they do, and heaven forbid I got hurt cuz most of them are useless. The beauty of it all is this … As they are clamoring for me to get off light duty so I can go back to being the company slave, I am waiting to get off light duty so I can get a better job … ha ha ha ha