Sniffle

Tonight was my first night at the new job. And my piggies are killing me. Okay, my legs in general are killing me. Seriously, I don't think I've been on my feet for nine straight hours in years. Probably since the last time I waitressed and even then I probably sat down for a few minutes to snag dinner or something. Not tonight though. And it wasn't even busy really, but I had to be on my best behavior since I was training with the manager.


Gah. I'm wiped. I'm actually kinda afraid to go to sleep because I don't know if I'll be able to walk in the morning. :( Yeah, I know I'm being dramatic, but *whine* I really hurt. And I really want one of these.

And one of these...

Oh and one of these, too, preferrably at that location.

Sigh.