I think I have become a 60-year-old man.
Well, maybe not. But I don’t think I’ve ever felt pains in my back like this before.
I’ve been doing a lot of filing at work (in between stuffing envelopes), and I guess today did it for my back. I had to reach high (yeah, I had to stand on a stool to reach the top drawer–I’m short) and low, bend over and reach across shelves. I only got a few papercuts and I only needed two band-aids for my fingers.
I don’t imagine that I’ll be very comfortable sleeping tonight. And it’s too bad that I don’t like massages, because one would feel really good right now if I liked them.
I have therefore narrowed down my career options. When I grow up, I do NOT want to be a professional filer.