Okay...I thought I would be doing more by now, but I ain't. My bosses at work want more money by doing less of their own duties and want the people in my position to just about wipe their asses for them. They expect me to do a five hour job within 3 and a half hours now, and then jump straight from that and do other tasks throughout the store which can take anywhere between three minutes to three hours.
Doing this has made me develop severe pains in my legs starting from right under my ass down the back of my legs and around my knees. And my lower back isn't giving me any rest, either. I can't afford to go see a doctor because these jerks that I work for haven't given me a decent schedule with decent hours in two years straight. They have this habit of only working me ONE day of the week...SUNDAY...the day I TOLD their dip-shitty asses that I DO NOT WOrk upon, and they insist that I show up, no matter what....
...NO...MATTER...WHAT.
I could be contagious with some new strain of a deadly virus, their dumb asses would still tell me to come in, and if I tell them I can't do it they act all prissy-pissy as if I can control my situation. I have learned after the first year of working for these shmucks that if you're going to call in sick, something actually better be wrong with you. I was kinda lazy that first year, but I really turned around, and I became a model employee...since I'm the only new hire they've had in the company who didn't get fired after the first six months.
I had to show up to an important meeting sick with the avian flu before these assholes realized that when Danny says he shouldn't come in...that's exactly what the fuck he means. That was no more than a few months ago, and now they're all acting as if it didn't happen...No more than a month ago I showed up to work when this weird leg pain started to really flare up...
When I DID show up...I did not call in...I arrived on time. It hurt so bad just to walk that I showed up with my grandfather's old cane. I tried to do my job like usual...tried to ignore the pain, tried to get on my knees to fix the bottom shelves...
When I tried to get back up again it felt as if the Police had beaten my thighs with their tactical batons and gave me a couple of good whacks across the base and lower portion of my spine.

It didn't-
Fucking-
Tickle.
And it wasn't no shit in my head, either.
That same day, after barely even being able to start on the first portion of my daily duties, I BEGGED the present store manager to let me go home.
It was a Monday...the only day I had missed in a Miraculous and generous week of an actual four days straight.
The first four-day-straight schedule I had in two fucking years.
Another week like it followed...this time only three days...Monday was still one of them. I missed that Monday as well because the pain had come back, even worse.
It was NOT a coincidence, I was in pain, there were no plans, I tried to work through the pain, but I HAD to rest or else I was going to pass out on the job. Now...these motherfuckers DO have a rule protecting them on my contract that says if I get hurt on the job then they don't get in trouble....
BUT...
There is a LAW against what they are doing to me right now, keeping me poor and out of work when I need it , and only working me when I SHOULD NOT BE WORKING, PERIOD. Preference of which days I would like to work on be DAMNED!

The retarded shit is that they are still making me work when I tell them I need to rest or try to get help, and still giving me shit about calling in about my special needs...even though that is what I am SUPPOSED to do according to the company rules.

So what do you think, folks? Should I teach these sorry, small timing mother-fuckers what the fuck is really up, involving the law or whatever other legal means at my disposal so they can quit their bullshitting double-talk against me? Or, perhaps I should just take Tylenol and get over it?
[Just so that we're clear, I've already tried that. Pain medicines only make my stomach sick and make me trip-out.]