He's already complaining about his back hurting. She's the wrong one to complain to, as she's had two back surgeries and still works. She told him, "Oh I understand, mine hurt too today. I sucked it up and went about my day." She told them, if they have brains they'll stay 6 months and leave with a good amount of money. None of us actually foresee that happening.
Lil, honestly, this brings back a kind of cynically funny memory.
When I was about 55, I volunteered at the humane society in the cat room and it was hard physical labor. Often we had to climb the cat cages to get the cats that were in cages on the top of the cat room. There were three levels of cat cages. Many 20 somethings were also (cough) volunteering mostly because they were forced to do community service. Trust me, it wasn't for love of the cats.
There was me and one other older person volunteering and we did all the heavy work while the 20 sometimes held their backs and whined and moaned about back pain and "bad backs" and bad knees and the sniffles and a sore on their finger. I never heard that much health-related whining. It was worse than sitting in the lobby of a nursing home.
Of course, they did the easy cages, the ones on the ground and middle rows. And t hey did it slowly, clenching teeth, moaning, it was comical. Me and other older lady went in break room for coffee and were sadly laughing, if you know what that means.
I'm 62 and have to stand up for five straight hours at work, lift heavy items, pull down heavy and light items, work very fast and my back pulls at me so I take Tylenol in the morning and at lunch. It's not a big deal.
The kids who work with me don't use bad backs to complain. They'd be fired.
Lil, sorry...it brought back the humane society cat room to me. Honestly, it was morbidly fascinating.