Oh my fucking GOD!!!!
See the title of this post? Yeah, my feet decided that they deserve the right to put up that header because they're dying.
Seriously, it feels like my toes are going to break out through my skin, or my feet are going to rip themselves off of the end of my legs and piss off to someone who'll treat them better. It's amazing just how badly a flat bit and some little soft bits can hurt.
I started my new job yesterday. Naturally, today was day two. I am so not used to spending eight and a half hours on my feet. I'm fucking dying here. Apparently it stops hurting after about two weeks, but I'm not sure I'll live that long. Oh my God.
Anyways, I nearly died twice today, as illustrated in an email I sent my dear Era....And, no, not the simple "keel over and die" kind of dying, but the higher "something mental is happening, my brain just left my body" kind of dying.
Now, those who have ever watched either - and I'm admitting that I've watched both of these shows - Australia's Next Top Model or Runway To L.A. would be rather familiar with one Jourdan Loukas. Yes.
I had my lunch at 12:30 today and so I stepped out to wait at the lights to cross the road. The only thing that registered at that time was, basically, "wow, hot girl". Then I got a mental kick in the head going, "you know who that hot girl is!!". And yeah, it was Jordan. Jordan who is amazingly hot in real life. I nearly died.
But the time today that really nearly did kill me was when I almost died when "helping" a customer. There was this hot soft-butch woman who came into the shop and came right up to me (as if that's not bad enough) and said, "you look like you could help me". Many clever things ran through my head but none of them came out. Of course. I just smiled. She continued. She looked me right in the eye and said, "I need a screw". Where were my clever things then??? Witty repartee??? Hello?????? Nothing. My face nearly fell off and all I had to say was, "There's an aisle". I directed her to said aisle.
There's an aisle?!?!??!???!!! That's all I had.
Anyway, my feet are still screaming at me and I'm going to go put them/me out of their/my misery and hack them off with a saw.
Seriously, it feels like my toes are going to break out through my skin, or my feet are going to rip themselves off of the end of my legs and piss off to someone who'll treat them better. It's amazing just how badly a flat bit and some little soft bits can hurt.
I started my new job yesterday. Naturally, today was day two. I am so not used to spending eight and a half hours on my feet. I'm fucking dying here. Apparently it stops hurting after about two weeks, but I'm not sure I'll live that long. Oh my God.
Anyways, I nearly died twice today, as illustrated in an email I sent my dear Era....And, no, not the simple "keel over and die" kind of dying, but the higher "something mental is happening, my brain just left my body" kind of dying.
Now, those who have ever watched either - and I'm admitting that I've watched both of these shows - Australia's Next Top Model or Runway To L.A. would be rather familiar with one Jourdan Loukas. Yes.
I had my lunch at 12:30 today and so I stepped out to wait at the lights to cross the road. The only thing that registered at that time was, basically, "wow, hot girl". Then I got a mental kick in the head going, "you know who that hot girl is!!". And yeah, it was Jordan. Jordan who is amazingly hot in real life. I nearly died.
But the time today that really nearly did kill me was when I almost died when "helping" a customer. There was this hot soft-butch woman who came into the shop and came right up to me (as if that's not bad enough) and said, "you look like you could help me". Many clever things ran through my head but none of them came out. Of course. I just smiled. She continued. She looked me right in the eye and said, "I need a screw". Where were my clever things then??? Witty repartee??? Hello?????? Nothing. My face nearly fell off and all I had to say was, "There's an aisle". I directed her to said aisle.
There's an aisle?!?!??!???!!! That's all I had.
Anyway, my feet are still screaming at me and I'm going to go put them/me out of their/my misery and hack them off with a saw.