I Kind of Impressed Myself.

Friday, after assembling shelves and moving books and being generally sweaty for the second day in a row, I went straight to the restaurant to cover a shift. I didn't think this would be a big deal--I stand all day, what was a few hours more?
Well. A LOT.
I have pretty good endurance. But by 10pm, I was nearly crying. I mean, I had only been standing since eight that morning. No biggie.
But I was practically limping. I just...That's a LONG time to stand! WHEN did my life come to this--to standing all day? I am so not this person.
But seriously? I was chipper down to the last customer. And I think I've proved to anyone who says I've been a little bit spoiled: I am working DAMN hard to keep my apartment, my nice groceries, and my DVR. Other things can be sacrificed (apparently my social life and the feeling in both feet), but this was a bit much.
It was also a reminder that I can work hard and am not just coasting. I kind of like that.