So, I haven't had a job since early in May, when Big Company On Campus laid me (and everybody else) off for the summer.
Yeah, I found one yesterday. Applied and got hired on the spot at a hospitality staffing place. I need to get a cheap tux for banquet work, but I'm so not going to argue with $14 an hour to wear a penguin suit.
(I was originally told $10, but I was corrected today. Holy shit!)
Well, last night, Boss Lady called Biker Roomie at about 8:30 PM for a certificate number and said "And tell your roomie she's working tomorrow."
Uhm. Problem, boss? I just got back to the house after coaxing my mother into giving me money to buy the clothes and shoes and such needed for work. All the stores I need to visit are closed, and I wasn't going to drive to Pasadena to go to Walmart.
So, I was a bit late today, because the closest store that sells shoes didn't open til 9. We were supposed to be there at 9.
And then, I got paid $9 an hour to work a concession stand. And did I mention how much that sucked? Cuz it sucked. Horribly.
Okay, I have not worked for MONTHS. And I also haven't had an excuse to spend almost nine hours on my feet. OR worn actual shoes, as opposed to flip flops or open-toed wedge heels.
My feet hurt. My calves hurt. My knees, thighs, and hips hurt.
And I am such a whiny little puss when it comes to pain that until it stops hurting, I won't stop making noise about it.
Zero pain tolerance, people.