A young person I know is struggling.
He was carrying concrete down into a basement in five gallon buckets when he slipped on a wet, worn, wooden step.
The rest of the decent into the basement was on his tailbone. A fast trip but painful.
He is trying to get cleared to return to work but is encountering one hurdle after another.
He is running a mild fever, presumably due to an ear-infection.
The doctor's office will not let him in.
The Urgent Care will not write Return-to-Work documentation.
He is losing $700 a week (gross) and his tolerance for administrative BS is rapidly being depleted.
Rumor on the streets is that he is going to load up with ibuprofen and acetaminophen an hour before heading to the doctor's tomorrow to drag his fever below the magic number.
Life goes into the ditch in the blink-of-an-eye when you are 20, when you have no savings and are making a truck payment.
Young dogs form habits quickly. I hope this young person's "F___ it" attitude doesn't solidify.