It's early in the morning. I slept terrible. This is why I don't work days. I spend all night worrying about not waking up on time. What in the world will I do for 12 hours. I am suppose to sit in a desk by the elevators for 12 hours and tell people how to get around in the hospital. I can only read professional magazines. At night, after 6 hardly anyone uses the main lobby. I will probably be down there by myself trying to stay awake. They torture you like this so you recover quicker. I tell you I would love to recover quicker. This is work comp for you. They create a job rather then have you stay home and rest. WHY ME. I had to go through work comp when I broke my back. They treat you like your lying. I think they train you in that. I was so glad when my neck ruptured I was 400 miles away from the hospital. I was able to recover without the pressure of coming to work. No one treated my like a liar. I got the treatment I needed.
So on the other hand I am glad they are letting me work. Just wish it wasn't going to be so boring. I could maybe do it for 8 hours but after 3 it is going to be so difficult to keep busy. And what about tomorrow and the next day? I am suppose to work all weekend. This is driving me nuts. Wish me luck. I am not good at just sitting around.