Oh, my poor feet . . .
Dec. 23rd, 2001 11:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robotech_masterThis job seems to be getting worse and worse on my feet. I can't help feeling like I need out of it, and soon. The last couple of days, they only ached really badly toward the end, but today it was almost all day that they pained me. By the end, I was barely managing to focus without snapping at customers, and was in some serious agony by the time they let me hobble to my car and home. So much for the Dr. Scholl's insoles . . .
What with these three eight hour days I've worked, plus five more hours tomorrow, I don't think I'm going to have the time to reread all of Fellowship of the Ring by the time my folks are taking the movie in tomorrow evening and wanted me to come with them. I don't know how I feel about that--I had kind of wanted to reread the book before seeing the film for the first time, but it's one of those things you never really get around to. I wonder if I have some sort of subconscious lack of desire to see the film, perhaps in reaction to the hype quotient. Silly, but there you go.
Sigh. I need to finish my resume, and put these aching feet out to pasture. One of these days . . .
What with these three eight hour days I've worked, plus five more hours tomorrow, I don't think I'm going to have the time to reread all of Fellowship of the Ring by the time my folks are taking the movie in tomorrow evening and wanted me to come with them. I don't know how I feel about that--I had kind of wanted to reread the book before seeing the film for the first time, but it's one of those things you never really get around to. I wonder if I have some sort of subconscious lack of desire to see the film, perhaps in reaction to the hype quotient. Silly, but there you go.
Sigh. I need to finish my resume, and put these aching feet out to pasture. One of these days . . .