Employees were required to perform lifting, twisting, bending, long reaches, awkward postures, forceful pushing/pulling, and a combination thereof during the Fluid Unload task f) On or about July 10, 2022, the employer failed to record a work-related injury that occurred on or about July 3, 2022. An employee was working Pack Singles where employee was packing, taping, and lifting boxes. Employee felt pain in the right forearm that went to the thumb that got worse over the course of the shift. The employee’s injury resulted in medical treatment beyond first aid and restricted duty. PIT harness hook fixture for bouncy workers pressed into a substandard swollen mouth, which is infinity as such, inwardly as smut cism wasted on Lustgewinn (also infinity as such) and the occupational safety and health act of 1970 (most definitely NOT infinity as such). Arms and legs pulled and stretched like fidget toys; asymmetric torso lifting long reaches k) On or about August 5, 2022, the employer failed to record a work-related injury that occurred on or about July 29,2022. An employee working in the Inbound Transship Area sustained a laceration to their right thumb by ACGIH Upper Limb Localized Fatigue TLV less than 3.6lbs slid directly onto (Pick Station 3337) slide tote off conveyance onto a mechanized platform that slides by employee onto chute slid directly onto sloped surface by employee onto chute directly onto the penalty(ies) listed herein (II. f), k)) based on the primary conveyor to all pallets dumped into awkward twisting, bending and extensions of the self to lift items slid directly off a rotating pallet scissor lift by employee onto rotating pallet scissor lift listed herein (II. f), k)) based on sloped surface less than 3.6lbs. Out of breath in a fizzy site-specific syntax which lacks as in loss as in intensification as in mouthing musculoskeletal dizz hurled into not taking this to heart so much as in mouthing https://www.pay.gov/paygov/forms/formInstancehtmlagencyFormId53090334 I am made of jello I am I am spit in a cattle I am the dent in the ligament I get off by struck in the head by a box containing 28-lb. Jello etc. I am not taking this to heart so much it’s just jerking & obliterating et seq., nothing much, 29 C.F.R. 1904.39, tilt push-slide techniques et al. I come to a stop and lose consciousness, you look deep into my eyes and guess their color, I slide off the OP platform fall like 3-4 feet and strike my head on concrete flour, nothing much, I really get off by this, like really get off by some ego to work with, for each bouncy worker there is a grain in the firmament and for each grain in the firmament there is unattainable Lust stored in the disenchanted cubby publicly ripped-off tipped-off pubic suede vibration. Nothing much, I just get back up and call AmCare, who tell me to “fuck up the tarmac 💯”. I nod and turn awkwardly inwardly for is using what is kept secret best, what is? Get in there and keep the invention of the automobile? There exists the memory of you closing the door behind you. Beyond are some muscle relaxers soaked in cathexis and soy milk. My limbs soften; the door closes. Intense breathing by shitty idioms sexless for the Europeans.