In which I whinge!

My feet hurt.

I’m glad of my new job because it forces my lazy self to move around, but MY FEET HURT! I just worked a seven-hour shift (wearing compression socks and squishy shoes, even) and MY FEET HURT!

My feet hurt! OW.

I did get a delicious sandwich half-off, though, so that was lovely. Oh, and I get a booze discount, too, so I got some Bailey’s and am totally gonna have Bailey’s in my coffee tomorrow!