blisters.
I think this job is offically the second shittiest job I've ever had, and only second because THE worst job involved people shitting in the changerooms and trying to convince drunks not to shoplift.
I had originally planned to stick with this gig until Christmas or so, but you know.... I'd rather be paid less for something not so horrible. I am going to stay on only as long as it takes for my mother to arrange replacements. (Mostly of concern is the severe wrist pain from hauling coffee and tea around to 20+ tables several times a meal. Jeebus, old people comsume a LOT of caffeine.)
Uck. There is still puss seeping from my feet.
I had originally planned to stick with this gig until Christmas or so, but you know.... I'd rather be paid less for something not so horrible. I am going to stay on only as long as it takes for my mother to arrange replacements. (Mostly of concern is the severe wrist pain from hauling coffee and tea around to 20+ tables several times a meal. Jeebus, old people comsume a LOT of caffeine.)
Uck. There is still puss seeping from my feet.