The Law Of Averages

You would expect that the Law of Averages would dictate that something would go right for me once in a while. I am not even talking fifty percent of the time or no where near that. I would settle for the average of The Mendoza Line which for you non-baseball people is twenty percent.

Physical Therapy on my shoulder is not going as well as I think it should. After four weeks I can scratch my nuts and put on my t-shirt. The job opportunities are really rolling in with that skill set. I work with my team of therapists one hour a day three days a week doing these goofy ass exercises that I think they come up with just to see how silly people look while doing them.

I get a letter from my place of employment today telling me that since I am broken down and can no longer do what is required of me, they are going to offer me "alternative placement" in an equal or lesser position. I would be willing to guarantee it is lesser. I have 24 hours to accept whatever position they come up with whether it be janitor or what or I will be terminated. The letter I received came registered mail and it clearly states that my signature is required that I received this letter. My roommate found it sitting in a chair on my front porch. I did not know it was there.

Shortly after I received this letter, my girlfriend decides to have a meltdown and calls me up. She is only speaking in "blubber speak" and I cannot understand a word she is saying. I don't speak or understand "blubber speak" so that was a very short and frustrating conversation. She then decides to hang up on me. I consider myself a very giving and understanding person but I have reached my limit for the day.