Teller I'll Be Back

I have once again found gainful employment within Southern Star Bank, this time at the Riverhead branch. My new manager, Caroline, and my new assistant manager, Jean (who did most of the interviewing), have made me feel very welcome. I am only working 11–3 every day, which is weird, but until my back is 100%, my doctor won’t clear me to work full time. Which is okay, I could use some time to get back to 100% speed before I am thrown into closing again. I am located at the drive up station, which benefits me because it is a low chair and allows me to sit with my feet firmly on the floor. I am occasionally thrust into a more prominent station when another teller is out sick, but so far, things are going OK.

At Least I Never Did Drugs After Starring In Less Than Zero

I have at last been cleared to work. It’s only part time until my back is completely better, but at least I can get back into the rhythm of working again. I went into the Manorville branch and used one of the computers to apply for open positions, and happened to notice that there was a teller opening right there in my old branch. My manager did not say anything to me about it, however.

I felt really awkward and uncomfortable being there after that. If they hadn’t filled my old position, why wouldn’t the manager have let me know there was still an opening unless there was some sort of issue? Now I wonder if there were other issues that I would have faced had this accident not happened. Did Diana have an issue with me that made her not want me back?

I feel bad because Diana never got to see me at my best. Between my father dying, my illness, and the almost nervous breakdown due to insomnia and stress, I’ve been a train wreck since before she got here. Now you add in the factor of this car accident, and I’m like Robert Downey Jr.; damaged goods. No wonder she’s just gonna let me slip away. She doesn’t know that when I am 100%, I’m worth keeping.

Disabili-teed Off

Physical Therapy has begun in earnest. I am rehabbing my back with electro-stim, massage, heat, ultra-sound, acupuncture, and a barrage of strength and conditioning exercises that make me feel like I’m in boot camp. I can feel the rest of my body getting stronger, but my back still hurts a lot. I hope that whatever branch I end up in allows me to sit down while I am doing my job.

The Case Of The Injured Teller

My therapy has progressed slower than originally planned, and it doesn’t look like I am going to make the one month window that my doctors originally set for me. Thus far, it’s been heat, massage, elecrto-stim, and light exercise. Dr. Priolo, my physical therapist, wants me to try acupuncture. I told him I would let midgets light me on fire if it will take the pain out of my back for good. He has said we can’t rush things, but I feel weird not having a job right now. I’m glad I still have some cash from my father’s estate, or I’d be broke right now. I’ve been back to the bank a couple of times, and the people there have been great. They haven’t replaced me yet, so maybe I will actually have a job waiting for me when I am able to come back. Hopefully they’ll be patient with me as I relearn the job.

The only good thing about my situation is that I have been able to visit my father’s grave every week. I still miss him terribly. He asked me each and every time how I was doing at the bank. I’d always tell him things were great, because… well, they were great, up until he died.

At this point Netflix hates me, because I’m watching two movies a day. They must be losing a fortune on me. What else is there to do when standing for more than five to ten minutes causes excruciating pain?

Unhappy New Year To Me...

Because of my accident, I was taken to the hospital complaining of chest and back pain. My sternum was bruised, and that has healed nicely. My back, however, is another saga. Now I am out of work, and in pain. Even the slightest motion of my back causes some pain, and it looks like I'll be sidelined for a month at least in therapy, according to my doctor. I start Friday. My poor car, I found out the next day, is dead. The airbags deployed, which would cost me more than I paid for the car to get replaced, not to mention the hood is mashed into the engine, the lights are toast, the grill is gone, and the fenders are smashed in.

What's worse? As I have not been on the job for a full year yet, they cannot hold my position for me whilst I am out on disability. I have to go tomorrow and turn in my keys. If they hire someone else before I get back, my tenure at the Manorville branch of Southern Star Bank is officially over.