My feet hurts

My feet hurt. This was the thought running through my mind again and again as I slowly walked towards the building.

I was wearing leather shoes which I shined that morning. A fresh, blue dress shirt and black slacks completed my outfit for that day.

I had taken my jacket off because wearing a suit in tropical Philippines is like a death sentence. Still my body was drenched in sweat.

My feet hurt as it has been such a long time since I have worn leather shoes and it pinched my toes and scrapped my heel from time to time. It was an old shoe that I have never used before. It was tucked beneath the closet just one of those things that I bought but never used before.

I arrived at the office and smiled at the receptionist and told her I was for an interview. She asked me to take a seat

I tried to compose myself and fan myself because I was sweating so much. Should have worn an undershirt but decided not to before because it was simply too hot outside. I should have worn it because the sweat was showing and it would not make a good first impression.

This is why I like being early for appointments to give me enough time to cool down and collect myself.

Even sitting down my feet still hurt. I was wondering if my feet grew between the period I bought this pair but that would be impossible as I have stopped growing, well except my tummy which sometimes I grow fat and then at times thin. This was one of the times that I am thin because I have only been eating once a day. Sometimes two if I remember.

Usually I don't have an appetite to eat and just go through the motions of feeding myself. I usually just sleep.

I knew a corn blister would form on the small toe of my right foot as it hurts there. I tried to veer my thinking away from the pain and concentrate in the interview.

I was mentally thinking of what the questions would be and rehearsing the answers. I made a list of achievements and projects that I have done before.

The receptionist called my name and said that she would escort me in. I stood up and put on my jacket to hide some of the sweat and walked towards the door.

My feet hurts but I am taking the first step to change my life. The first step to living a good life.