<cue Frank'n'Furter voice>
"Well, how nice..."
Too many call-outs at work lately had me receiving my second written warning about two weeks ago. Then Thursday night I'm getting ready to go to work, hustling a bit because I want to stop for gas on the way in, but I realize I still have a load of wet clothes in the washing machine and decide to throw them in the dryer.
I quickly take an armload of clothes out of the dryer and dump it on the living room couch for when I come home. But I had accidentally dropped a sock in the hall, and as I'm running back out to the living room with the second armload of clothes from the dryer I step on the sock.
I hadn't put my shoes on yet, just my socks, so sock plus sock equals Jack on his back...
Fortunately I didn't pull a full Chaplin, really more of one of the controlled Judo back-falls I practiced in a long-ago Parks-and-Rec class, but I landed heavier on one side than the other, and the impact kind of jarred my back. Also bonked my head just a bit.
The adrenaline rush of the fall and running late got me back on my feet, dressed, and halfway to work before it wore off. And I had to pull over and stop to call out again. I didn't have a concussion, and my back didn't lock completely up, but I realized there was no way I was going to be able to function at work that night.
Bad news is that calling out again has resulted in a three-day suspension from work. So... I get to have a reeeeeally long weekend, but won't be getting paid for Friday, Monday night or Tuesday night.
Yay me.