Oh my foot… feet.

So way back when… in younger and lighter days… I was on a dramatic weight loss attempt in an effort to make a boy happy.

Among many rather dumb decisions made in that time frame, I decided to try to kill myself on an elliptical machine in the school gym.

This lasted, oh, maybe 2 weeks, before my feet absolutely threw a fit. The heels of my feet would really hurt anytime I put weight on them, especially first thing in the morning. But they were just minorly sore as long as I wasn’t standing on them.

It didn’t go away, and I got told it was due to plantar fasciitis… and to stay off of them and avoid any weight bearing exercises until they stopped hurting.

Well, fast forward…

Turns out that being on my feet with the job program at one of their retail sites for 30 hours a week is enough to flare that back up again. What joy. 😦

The normal sore feet getting used to walking a lot was bad the first week, but then faded away… and then about 2 weeks later… it came back. And back. And worse.

Until one morning hobbling to the bathroom barely able to walk first thing in the morning… I suddenly remembered where I’d felt this way before.

Sigh.

So… I’ve got stretches, and advil, and ace wraps, and my more supportive shoes… and am only about halfway through the retail location assignment.

This could be a long assignment.

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Hit lists and prayer

Remember this post?

 

 

Well, yeah.

Somehow I just knew the minute I’d admitted it was something I found myself fearing was the minute it jumped to the top 3 items on the hit list.

I’ve kind of noticed since then that sometimes I think I shy away from praying about certain things for the same reason. It’s like I know the minute I actually put it into words and acknowledge it, I’ve tossed it onto the target list. So sometimes the most tender things that probably should be discussed but that I know won’t have the best chances for surviving an attack stay locked within.

Probably not a good thing.

In this case with the car, it turned out ok. Starter had gone out, which I’d actually just replaced less than a year ago right after student loans, so it was covered except $100. Though the other car issue remains an issue.

And the laptop has had the old problem fixed, only to now develop a new one where the fan is acting up. Something I can do myself, but need to buy the part. And so, until then, it’s giving me about 20-30 minutes at a time until the temp gets too high and it shuts itself off to cool down.

This does not bode well for blogging right now…. so things may be even more random on timing than usual around here for a while.

 

 

Name question

So the interview for the job in city1 was yesterday.

It went ok… not horrible, but not the best either.

But the odd part? I found myself babbling.

Yes, I know, this is normal for some people, but its not for me. I’m an introvert, and not the best at verbal things… my words are usually overly few rather than overly many.

But I found myself going “ok, shut up already! why are you still talking?” mentally and babbling right on anyway.

This was especially amusing right at the start.

My resume has both my legal first name and my most commonly used nickname (a variation of the same first name) across the top… because otherwise some of the references they might talk with would only know one or the other and take a minute to make the connection if asked about the name they arent as familiar with.

So, very simply, the man asked me which I preferred to go by.

He got about a two minute answer… babbling on about how either one was fine, but I usually used the nickname casually, but that the legal name was required on some things, and the nickname was easier for most people to pronounce, although just as likely or more likely to be misspelled if they were writing it down from my having told them my name… etc.

Yes. It was that bad. Poor guy probably regretted asking within 5 seconds.

I wonder if I’m the only person they interviewed that failed the “What is your name?” question.