Well that isn't what I did today. I clocked in 3 hours of overtime which made it 11 hours of sitting in a semi-comfortable chair with what felt like an ice pick shoved in my left kidney.
Did a co-worker shank me when I wasn't looking? No, due to a crappy ticket in the genetic lottery I occasionally get these lovely little things called kidney stones. And yes, they are every bit as painful as you have heard. They say the pain is the closest thing to child birth. Like I need another reason to not want to have kids.
A couple co-workers asked if I was going to go to the doctor. "Why?" I asked, "to have them charge me $150 to tell me it's a kidney stone?" No thank you. I will self medicate just as I did the last two times I had these bastards. Water, cranberry juice, and Motrin. Lots and lots of Motrin.
So the next time you are sitting and work and think, how could this be worse? Remember me and my ice pick. Because the sad fact is, it can always be worse...
The Office Scribe