Log 8: Sore Feet

I think I need insoles. I don’t 100% know what constitutes a need for insoles, but I do know that my feet hurt. Bad. By the end of each day I can barely walk. Okay, that’s a complete exaggeration. What I mean is, my feet are kind of bothering me. I’m just cranky because I forgot to bring my headphones to work with me today, and ended up working on the XY cutter in silence all day instead of listening to music. Because Graeme was still out of town, I cut countertops until lunch and then called it an early day. Only messed up one!

Highlight: Realized that I pretty much have a bathroom to myself at the office, because there’s only one other woman working on the warehouse floor.