I may be late today, I broke my butt

Last weekend I was getting out of my car and did one of those falls that makes you think surely everyone in the world saw it, heard it, felt it, and laughed directly about it.

North Dakota is icy folks and quite honestly, I was shocked that I had managed to stay upright through to January.

So, I was getting out of my vehicle when my left foot decided to go against nature and begin to slide.

My right foot had already started to join the party, so by the time it realized the left was having an ice party, it was too late.

Not only did I fall out of my car, but I was also on an incline, so I proceeded to slide halfway under my own car.

If anyone had asked, I would have said that I was checking the undercarriage of my vehicle for rust and such.

Is that a thing?

I don’t know, but it sounded good.

I got up the only way that I could and that was by crawling my way to a random dry patch.

I guarantee none of this looked pretty.

Once I got up, I didn’t feel too badly.

I mean, I was able to move without crying.

That soon stopped later that evening.

I literally felt like I had busted my rear.

I went to work Monday and could hardly handle the ride there.

Each bump felt like a jab in the, well…butt.

I ended up realizing maybe I had actually injured myself, so I made an appointment that morning at a walk-in clinic.

After a painful x-ray, the doctor walked in and said:

There isn’t a great way to say this, but you broke your butt.

A small fracture in my tailbone was causing all of this pain.

Ugh!

The doctor gave me some pain medication and told me to go home and lay on my side to give my tailbone some relief.

What was I going to tell my boss?

I was JUST at work and now I had to go home.

I did what any mature employee would do.

I wrote her a text that said, “I need to go home. I broke my butt.”

I mean, I did.

I was telling the truth.

She responded with an “Oh no!” and a “feel better”.

Some of you may not know, but I work two jobs.

One at a credit union in Grand Forks, ND and one with the Credit Union Association of New Mexico.

By the end of the day, each of my teammates had asked me how my butt was.

If you don’t have that kind of culture, then you are missing out!

Being professional does not mean that you have to be a robot.

Stuff happens.

Sometimes days suck.

Sometimes you break your butt.

Build a culture where you can be vulnerable enough to tell it like it is and have responses that truly depict the epitome of comfort.

But…don’t break your butt to do it.

I do not recommend.

Zero stars.