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Yesterday felt like a bust! I woke up tired, and didn't do my usual routine. Put in 3 hours of OJT in bags, and then got shipped to Delta, where I almost immediately injured my hand putting my lunch bag in the cabinet. It seemed so inconsequential at the time, but it started swelling to the size of a golf ball, and they sent me to the terminal manager, and I had to go through 3 hours of paperwork so they could cover their a**. All for a stupid bruise that was way out of proportion to what happened. I finished my shift at a checkpoint that was very not-busy, guarding an exit door, because I had to sit there with ice on my hand. Not feeling like a useful person! I came home and snacked on chips, nuts, and bananas, so my scale reading is up. Definitely, emotional eating happened, and I've been doing that too many evenings. I don't handle frustration of injuries very well.
The hand is a lot better, but still swollen. The morning routine tasks are starting to get caught up. I plan to get my 5-mile run in. Whether I go in 2 hours early today is still uncertain -- I'll try, but it's really hard to do everything! Fortunately, it's my choice whether to come in early.
Today is the 1-year anniversary of working for this company. Over all, I think it's going well.