Move Your Feet, Here's Your Seat

Began working at Friday's hosting. I work with some pretty cool people. I've got all the table numbers down. It's pretty easy, but standing on my feet for 7 hours every day has killed my feet. I need to (a) get used to it or (b) get good insoles. Either way, I can see losing weight. Not being able to eat for that time, I won't be munching from boredom, and I'll actually be using muscles rather than being sedentary. George gave me a foot massage using the Business Time bar I got at Lush a few days ago. It was so great. He's at work now. I was sitting downstairs with Diane for a bit. Moo was with me, so of course I had to save her from Mow Mow over and over again. Poor wittle baby needs to learn how to fight back instead of crying for me. She's like a helpless infant that hasn't learned to speak yet. I love her and how she grips on to me when I save her. She clings to me and chirps at me and curls up next to me when I nap. I know she loves me, too. Like how when I go upstairs, she goes up the first set, waits for me on the landing, then hops up to the top, waits for me, then runs to the bedroom door chirping. It's like she is so dependent on me, and I like how it feels to be needed.