Yesterday, i was a band guide for the North Forsyth Invitational for a certain band. All was going well unti lthey needed a generator... we had one; it was just incredibly heavy for me at the time so i had to get some help bringing it because i heard my ankle pop several times. i brought it back to them none the less and thier marching band show went on successfully, and they said i was a big help and that they would come back next year. i felt happy about that and when they left, i took my dinner break.
things went well (except for a few rumors that went on that arent true but im not at liberty to speak about them) until the award ceremony. i had to pass out awards with one of my more immature members of my section whom the other people in the marching band hate. he spits a lot and im not kidding about that.
but anyways, while im passing out awards with this redneck, i have to run back and forth through the line, and thins time, i hear more than popping- i heard my ankles crack several times, and by the time i get back to the band room, im limping and i cant go really fast. however, im told to go clean up the stadium. at the other side of the field, and when i get there, i sit down for a moment to catch my breath cause i ran all the way over from the band room. . then the pain hits, and all steps that i took afterward become more and more like someone is slicing the bottom of my feet. and as i sit in pain from the walking, an ignorant parent hands me a trash bag and tells me to go to the away side and clean it up.
i glare at him, then tell him, i dont fucking want to. but he doesnt care and thinks im physically fine to go take care of it
and when i do, he says its still trashy, and to go clean the invisibly dirty bus lot.
and by the time im done with all of this, i take off my shoe and my food is swollen.
and now its in bandages and i still cant put it down all the way.
so im still limping...
wonder how that will play out for me tomorrow...