This morning my manager admitted that she was the one who left the tank out that I fell into while moving it to receiving, which she should’ve done but she didn’t. Because she never cleans up after herself. and I’ve talked to her about this before and she admitted to not doing so and even went behind my back and said I snapped at her when I didn’t (which is a whole can of worms in itself that I will not get into right now).
She didn’t even have to admit to it. I don’t think I wanted to know. It hurts more knowing it was a coworker rather than just not knowing at all. and I still have to work with her and just be okay with it. I talked to my mom about this right after we had this conversation and she said it was because she felt guilty about it and she should? That’s not my problem. That’s not my burden to carry. I guess I’m not mad about it anymore, the fact it happened, I’m just sad about it. I look at my new scars and it’s just like yeah that’s on my body now forever.
B has caught me staring at them a couple of times and he comforts me and talks to me about them since he has more scars than I do and knows what it’s like but I guess I would rather just move on and not think too much about this whole incident. Which is easier said than done since I tend to ruminate and the conversation with manager just brought it back to the front of my mind…