The mediacal term for what happened to me was that I dislocated my left patella. The doctor did not drug me up he simply counted to three and set it back. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but it was better til the next morning when it swelled to the size of a cantaloap. Since I could not work my normal job with crutches and a banged up knee, they put me on light duty. I did jobs like unpacking the potato head parts, sorting pins and exchanging them for cast members, and filling up squeeze breezes (the water bottle with a fan on it). Almost every day I left early from my job because I would finish my work. The squeeze breezes were the worst. I sat in a chair for eight hours near a water faucet and filled up the bottles and placed the lids on them. By the end of the day i was wet, bored, and still very pissed off. The potato head parts required me to open the boxes and sort out the parts and place them in the appropriate bin. I played a game with them. I started off with about thirty boxes and told myself I was not going to look at the clock until all the boxes were done. I got through half and I figured I was about an hour and a half in. I told myself “Ok, so far so good, you can keep this up.” I finished the boxes and figured three hours had gone by and it was time for my lunch. I got up and walked to the clock. “Forty-five minutes? MOTHER FUCKING COCK WHORIN BITCH!,” I exclaimed loudly. When asked why I said that, I told my fellow employees that I stepped on my bad leg wrong. Don’t worry, I was in the back of the store and no guests could hear me. So I left early that day and went home to relax.