For the most part I don’t mind walking to work. I’m grateful I haven’t needed to walk home yet, as I’m sure the sun is even less forgiving in the afternoons. The biggest downside with having to walk to work is captured in the photo above. Since I work breakfast shift, I tend to drop syrup on my shoes. Then the next morning when I walk, sand sticks to it. I get sand caked to my shoes and it looks real cute.
Something else that kind of sucks, obviously, is that my feet hurt. The mornings aren’t too bad so I don’t think about it too much on my walks to work. However, after working an entire shift the aches are nearly unbearable. I work Thursday through Monday, and by Monday I feel like crying. It’s something I’m told my feet will adjust to. After all, this kind of work isn’t necessarily new. I moan in my sleep sometimes though, and Hutch doesn’t really appreciate it. (Though I think he himself is adjusting… learning to sleep through my cries for relief.)
I keep getting scheduled for the late shift. I go in around 9 and have to stay until 5 or 6 depending on when the night shift comes in. I’m making good enough money so I guess I can’t complain. We get slow in the afternoons, but it’s not like I can get off my feet just because there aren’t any guests. It’s still 8 hours or so that I’m standing. Then, of course, when I get home I don’t feel like doing much of anything.
Sunday we went out to dinner and a movie. I love Chili’s and we went to have Southwestern Egg Rolls. I was thrilled to get a balloon animal surprise…
See how rough I look? I literally got home, changed and went out to eat. I’m so tired in this photo. I just wanted some egg rolls and to see “The Avengers,” but was happy to get a Pikachu as well.
We actually ran into Gaia with her dad and grandparents at the restaurant, so I gave her my Pikachu. She thinks it’s a bunny, but my attempts at Pokemon descriptions was lost in my haze of exhaustion. A yellow bunny for Gaia… it’s okay.