First, I'd really like to share a couple of pictures with you - nothing special, just something to spice up this post a bit - but I still can't figure out how to get the pictures off my new camera! I've read the manual. I've done what it says. No dice. Bah! I'm getting frustrated.
Tuesday.
Nothing really exciting happened before school, except that Virginia, the little girl who comes in the morning to go to wait for the bus with us, didn't come all last week, so I wasn't expecting her today. Imagine the fun when she walked into the house, and I was standing in the kitchen in just a bra and undies! And her big sister came in, too. I will get dressed first thing, from now on...
I worked six hours today, while the kids were at school. This time, I trained on the register. I did really well, and they kept leaving me alone while the girl training me had to go off and do different tasks. I think I pass. I got my own register a half-hour before I had to leave, so I guess one day of training was sufficient!
And I made friends with the girl who was training me, R. She's Romanian and close to my age and super nice. We talked all day long and now know half each others' lives! She doesn't have a car, so I gave her my number to call if she ever needs a ride. Hopefully she realized I meant it.
My day was made again today. My friend Christine, whom I worked with on the PTA board a lot the year before last, came in with her new baby. She exclaimed a great deal over how much weight I've lost and how good I look, which was nice. We agreed to do a lunch date soon.
Not only that, but people kept asking me if this was my first time working as a cashier, what I did before, blah blah. I kept saying I've been a stay-home mom for the past nearly-9 years, and they all said the same thing: "But you don't look old enough!"
To which, of course, I always asked, "How old do you think I am?" The answers ranged from 20 to 24. Whenever I informed them that I am, in fact, 33, their faces always registered disbelief. I got a lot of "Wow, you don't look anywhere near that!" Hey, I'll take it. I'm certain that I looked older when I was so much fatter, but now that I've lost a lot of the weight, I look younger again. It's not a bad thing! And it kept me smiling all day.
The only downside to working was that my broken toe, shoved in my sneaker all day, was absolutely killing me. KILLING. I was so relieved to sit down for my 15-min break and get off that foot. It hurt so much that, two weeks after I broke it, I finally took myself to the ER tonight to get a doctor's note. I'm only supposed to wear sneakers to work, but my Crocs are so much roomier and comfier for the toe, so I wanted a note from the ER.
They decided to do an x-ray, even though I've broken it at least three times before and assured them I knew it was broken again. It wasn't swollen or bruised anymore, so they thought it was just a sprain. Lo and behold, it's actually a good-sized fracture in that little toe, in the doc's words, "enough to be pretty uncomfortable." He couldn't believe I haven't been taking anything for the pain. Hey, my insides have been cut open five times now, I think I can handle a little tiny broken toe. Well, except when I have to wear tight sneakers, I guess!
So I got the note - and a lovely post-op shoe, to boot. (Pardon my pun.) They wanted something more supportive than the Crocs, I guess, although it seems less so to me since the size-small shoe they gave me is way too big. I have bitty feet. Not fun to drive in that thing. Hopefully when I go to work tomorrow with the note, it'll be no big deal. I hate to cause a fuss when I'm brandy-spanky new.
Oh, and speaking of looking 20? Yeah, I certainly don't feel 20. I thought I did, at least post-mega weight loss, but no, not so much. By the time I punched out, my joints were aching from neck to feet. I mean, bad. I couldn't wait to get the kids home and send the Littles for a nap so I could take one myself. Everything was stiff and sore, and I'm already over this work thing! The little bit of extra money will be nice, but I could do without all the bending and lifting all day long.
Yeah, I'm a whiner.
A tired whiner. I'm full of yawns. G'night.
Fin.
20?! Awesome. We'll have to call you "Little Feet" now. ;-p
Posted by: Nadine | 30 September 2009 at 18:35
How did you break your toe?
That's great how everyone thought you were younger :)
Posted by: darci | 30 September 2009 at 16:31
It sounds like your day was pretty good for the first day at work!
I love those days when you say... no I'm 32 and I have 3 kids.... and people's jaws drop.. REALLY! ;o)
Take it easy with the toe...
BTW.. what size shoe do you where?
Posted by: Gloria | 30 September 2009 at 13:38
Overall it sounds pretty good. Compliments, a new friend, a lunch date. Yeah! But standing all day is so much harder than you'd think; it sort of creeps up on you and then you realize that you are stiff as a board.
What size shoe do you wear, anyway? Now I'm curious.
Posted by: Nicole P. | 30 September 2009 at 10:28