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shanmonster) wrote2010-09-09 09:39 am
shanmonster) wrote2010-09-09 09:39 am
Entry tags:
Disappointment
The job wasn't what I thought it would be. Well, not completely. It was walking around and listening to my iPod. That part was perfect. Carrying the heavy weight across one shoulder was annoying, but workable. However, I was expecting a part-time job, not a full-time one. What I could do for four hours with ease is not what I can manage for eight. By noon, I was fine. By 1, I was not. The last hour of my shift, I had a bad limp.
And then I had to go and teach a dance class, and with the help of Advil, I managed without looking like I felt. Going to the gym was out of the question.
I had every intention of going in today, but I could barely hobble to the bathroom, let alone walk for another eight hours at a brisk pace. My hips and calves are badly seized up, and I'm afraid that the tension in my calf is going to put my bad foot out of wack yet again, which makes any action, walking or sitting, painful.
I'll go in again tomorrow to get my pay, and to see if there's any possibility of doing this part-time. I just can't handle the eight-hour march.
And then I had to go and teach a dance class, and with the help of Advil, I managed without looking like I felt. Going to the gym was out of the question.
I had every intention of going in today, but I could barely hobble to the bathroom, let alone walk for another eight hours at a brisk pace. My hips and calves are badly seized up, and I'm afraid that the tension in my calf is going to put my bad foot out of wack yet again, which makes any action, walking or sitting, painful.
I'll go in again tomorrow to get my pay, and to see if there's any possibility of doing this part-time. I just can't handle the eight-hour march.