My first day of work was exhausting. I've been on work sites before where one is always moving and always active. All day. But never before have I felt the bone-crushing defeat of standing in one place, doing pretty much nothing, for 8 solid hours.
In the monotony, though, a miracle occurred.
My job required me to get a very certain, very special kind of shoe. This shoe had to have a non-slip sole. My understanding of a non-slip sole is that, come rain or puddles, that the wearer of the shoe will in fact not slip while wearing them. I remember buying these shoes, and feeling like they were these magical instruments that would save me from harm.
These are they. Note their magic soles. Or souls?
Fast-forward to my first day of work. I am tired. I am sore. So, when this miracle occurs, it takes me a moment to realize what has just happened to me.
I....... slip.
Wading back through the memory, I can hardly believe it. I stepped onto a mere splotch, the tiniest gathering of water possible. But it was enough. I slid forward, like a non-slip shoe surfer, and for half of a second, I was immortal. I had defied physics, and the almighty Wal-Mart guarantee.
After this, who knows what I could be capable of?
Update: Since my first day, I have slipped several more times. This either means that I am incredibly gifted, or that there is no such thing as a non-slip sole. I am partial to the former.
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