Since I got out of college, I was in desperate need of getting self-dependent and pay for my own tuition for further studies I wanted to pursue. I guess this thought comes into everyone’s mind when they get past teenage years. I knew this, as it wasn’t easy for me to get a job as my age stood as a hindrance and no vacancies showed up.
This is when my mother came as a saving grace and told me about her first job. She was a waiter at a chic restaurant. This wasn’t what I was looking forward to as a career option, but I decided to give it a shot. So I went ahead and applied to a number of restaurants in the vicinity and got a call from two.
As I put on my work cap, I thought I would own a restaurant like that one day. I could see myself managing a lot of things around and the manager also praised me on a number of points. All was going well until I started feeling physically exhausted at the end of the day and my calves ached badly.
I thought this would go away but it really slowed down my working ability. This is when my manager suggested I should get myself a pair of wooden clogs that were on sale in the market. I thought that those clogs wouldn’t suit me as they were hefty and somewhat unfashionable.
I avoided this until I had to visit a doctor and to my surprise, he even suggested me to get the same pair of shoes. This is when my mom intervened and told me that it was a compulsion now. She told me to take the day off and took me to the wooden clogs store nearby. I walked in feeling uneasy about what I was about to experience.
