my feet hurt
First day of work today, and the only chance I got to sit down was at lunch at at one bathroom break.
My, how the mighty have fallen.
First day of work today, and the only chance I got to sit down was at lunch at at one bathroom break.
My, how the mighty have fallen.
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That sounds brutal.
I hope you have epsom salts.
HUG
"I’m so sorry your feet hurt. I can REALLY empathize with that," she says as her feet squirm, writhe and arythmically tap under her desk.
I know it’s only day 1, but how is it so far (as far as co-workers go)?
Alli