Day 1/44: Was equipped with safety shoes, running style. By the end of the evening my feet hurt like hell. Was happy to head home, even though I’d met some very sweet people on the job.
Day 2/44: Asked for new shoes, alternatively supportive shoe inserts. Was put on hold. By the end of the evening my feet hurt like hell squared. Met some very not so sweet people on the job. Maybe their feet hurt as well, who knows?
Day 3/44: Chased a number of people in my painful safety shoes to make them get me another pair or magic me some orthotic shoe inserts. It didn’t end well. By the end of the evening me was a-limping and making faces.
Day 4/44: Visited the online pharmacy to pay for orthotic shoe inserts myself. But they refused to recognise my personal data. They more or less told me I don’t exist. Well, I thought, it bloody well feels like I exist. I dare the people at the online pharmacy to walk in my shoes for 4 days. Then I’m sure they’re gonna wish that THEY didn’t exist!