Parrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrty downtown, suckers! I met today's goal and it's still early enough that I might be able to write some more and get to work on tomorrow's goal.
I am home from work, much to my mother's chagrin. I understand where she's coming from, the idea that I shouldn't take too much time off since some of our staff just took pay/hour cuts and that's a sign that we're not doing well, but it kinda hurt at the same time. She was basically scolding me for coming home early because my foot hurt too much.
I've got some kind of bump on the arch of my foot and man, it is killing
me. I can't put any kind of pressure on it or pain just radiates through my foot. It's purple and it's kinda hard and it just really hurts. I soaked it in warm water and epsom salt when I got home today and that seems to have helped it some. It's certainly gone down a bit. It was the size of a pea and now it's smaller. I'm going to soak it some more later.
But just... Mom's whole attitude, telling me that I needed to be careful at work and I need to stop coming home early whenever things are slow, etc, just kinda made me :| because it's been months
since I took a sick day of any kind. Yes, okay, I took a couple of days off in August and October to go to concerts, but so what? I'm allowed to have vacation days. And it's been months since I've come home at three or four o'clock because we didn't have anything going on, and besides, if they do happen to let me go at work, well, then, you know, I'll just move on and find another job.
Ugh, whatever. This is supposed to be a party post, which is happy. Soooooooooo, in the immortal words of Kevin Bacon, LET'S DAAAAAAAANCE