Falling.

At the end of my waitressing shift last night--after maneuvering around countless people, weaving through tables, balancing huge dishes on my arms, and basically juggling ten tasks at once--I took the BIGGEST digger. Ever.
I walked out of a room into a hallway that hadn't been mopped the minute before. My right leg snapped back, I slid a few feet, and then I fell forward onto my right knee and outstretched palms. In the process I also ran into a doorway. I lay on the floor for a second, stunned, face down and splayed on the tile. I only looked up when my Brazilian busboy walked in and exclaimed, "Kate! Ow! Kate!" (He doesn't know English, but he's finally learned my name. We're making progress.)
Yes. Ow. My whole body aches, my knee is bruised, my arm has a huge blue spot, and my hands shoot pain to my elbows when I move them. Like, um...now. And now. And yes, now.
I'm a little concerned about my knee, though. At one point today it completely gave out and I literally fell over. The pain took my breath away.

But I got cheese bread and a container of gnocci, so it was a good night, beside the whole falling thing.
And it gives me an excuse to really sit at the store. Which? On Marathon Monday? Made me laugh at what people assumed was laziness.

I'll have another post about the marathon later. It's too tiring right now.
REST ROOMS ON SECOND FLOOR.