I arrived at work this morning about 30 minutes before I was due to clock-in. I like to be this early so I can put on my work shirt, tie my tie, and don my vest. This procedure is done in the car while listening to the radio. Once I’m in the hotel, I put my lunch in the fridge, attach my earpiece to the walkie, check myself out in the mirror, and then head off to the time clock. Today I still had a couple minutes to kill before my allowed clock-in time. (6 minutes before the scheduled work time – and those of you who know me well, ahem, know that if I clock in 5 minutes before, then I consider myself to be 1 minute late. It’s that OCD again.)
So anyway, since I had a few minutes to spare I passed the time reading the surveys that had been posted on the bulletin board while I was off. One said, “Good Job, Baron.” The second one said, “Good Job, Cory”. And the last one said, “Good Job, Robyn” (that’s me). Well, of course I looked a little more closely at that one. As soon as I began reading, I realized this wasn’t a survey that was sent randomly to this guest. This was a letter that he initiated. He actually took the time to write our company to tell them how much he appreciates me. He wrote about how I always have a smile on my face, how I always remember his name (he usually stays with us about once a week) how I will have a friendly conversation with him without keeping him from where he needs to be, or without keeping others waiting too long. The letter was quite long, and with each passing word my heart swelled even more.
It doesn’t matter how old you are, or how self-motivated you are to do a good job, when you read something like this about yourself, it can really put you in a good mood! And I was…. til about lunch time…..
About six hours into my shift, the crowd calmed down long enough for me to want to take a short break and inhale my lunch. My sweet co-worker told me to “Go for it… Quick… Before it hits again.”
I didn’t delay. I grabbed my soup mug and high-tailed it to the breakroom microwave.
I was on such a mission that I didn’t notice the wet floor signs…..
Yep. You guessed it.
I hit the ground. Hard. With my bony elbow taking the brunt of the fall.
A kitchen employee saw everything and ran over to help me up. I, of course, wanted to act like I was just. fine. So, I continued towards the microwave with my soup. My elbow was throbbing and my ring finger on the same hand was completely numb.
I started the microwave and headed to the sink to wash my hands. I could see my finger turning black and blue, and it was swelling quickly. Suddenly, I was feeling very light-headed and hot, so I quickly sat down to avoid passing out. This worried the few employees who knew what had happened, but I continued to blow it off.
When the nausea passed, I began analyzing the pain. I knew that if I mentioned it to management they would have to take me to the ER to get checked out. I did not want to do this, (much to the witness’s chagrin), because we were so busy…
But my swelling finger really concerned me, (I had the foresight to take my wedding ring off before it swelled up too much) and my elbow ached tremendously. I finally convinced myself to say something. Mostly because if I didn’t get better, I would probably end up having to go the doctor next week, and that would void any workman’s comp.
So I told on myself. And they tested me for drugs. Then drove me to the ER.
Long story short, nothing is broken but the x-rays showed swelling in both my finger and elbow. Hmmm… I can look at it and see that! They gave me some prescription Advil along with the ‘okay’ to work tomorrow, and two hours later, (not bad), I was back at the hotel, clocking out.
My husband, so sweet, offered to come all the way out to get me, but as usual, I would much rather go out of my way to help other people, than have someone help me. So I single handedly drove my stick shift vehicle all the way home. The advil had kicked in by that time, so it wasn’t bad at all. And I was comforted with the fact that he agreed with my decision to tell management.
It was 16 degrees when I left for work this morning. It was 26 degrees and extremely windy when I walked from the hospital parking garage to the hospital. It’s gonna get even colder tonight.