This new job is kicking my booty. I love it. Well, I love working there but I don't love how my feet are reacting. You'd think they'd been stuck under a desk for over 2 years or something.
Please bless they figure out that standing and walking on them (in cute, not-always-comfortable shoes) for 5+ hours straight is the cool thing to do.
I worked eight hours on Saturday and then we had to go to Walmart to grab the ingredients for our Easter dinner and I was almost in tears being forced to walk around. The bottoms of my feet killed! Not to mention the blisters (Ragnar 2009 didn't even produce this many blisters).
I should be allowed to grab a motorized cart.
Like I said. Ridiculous.
in other catch up news:
- Fred has 2 weeks left of his semester and then he gets a big ol' break. I don't.
- Fred got a job (halle-freaking-luah)
- I opted to not pay the $500 for an MRI on my foot - we'll see what other options I have (but working on my feet nonstop isn't really helping...)
- Sadly, I had to drop out of 2010 Ragnar due to the same foot issues
- I want a mini vacay