My Feet and Legs Hurt, They Cry

I survived working five straight days walking! My feet and legs hurt, they cry. How I wish I could go to a massage place and have my feet be massaged real good. It would be awesome. However, I try not to spend any money on that thing for it is expensive. I would rather save up every penny I have for I have a goal.

The kind of job I have right now requires physical strength. I feel pretty beat up when I come home every night plus a lack of sleep makes me constantly tired during the day. People at work don’t understand me, unlike most people over there, I don’t get to rest or sit down during down time. The only chance I can sit down is when I take my lunch break.

They say, I am still young and they question me why I am tired while they have been working for years and years of their life plus they are older than me. They don’t relate with me, they don’t understand. They get to sit down as long as it pleases them, I don’t. I deliver food during meal time non-stop for two or more hours. They spend more time sitting down than walking or moving around that is why they don’t feel as tired as I am.

But who am I to complain? I chose to apply as a hostess so I just endure it. I am not one of those who report to work, do less, sit 80% while they are there and receive a rate same as mine or more. At the end of the day, I feel proud for receiving my salary knowing that I work hard to earn it.

Since I dread going to a massage parlor, I would just soak my feet with epsom salt and lukewarm water. Maybe it will ease the pain a little bit, we shall see! This is economical plus I get to do my online tasks, enjoying my cup of green tea at the same Facebook-ing too.

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