My feet are killing me

Let's just say that I'm not cut out for retail whatsoever. Sure it was partly my fault, but when I'm instructed to wear black shoes and black pants I tend to opt for my dress shoes and a nice pair of slacks, not the Doc Martens and black cargoes that everyone else at the store was sporting. Oh well, at least I was the sharpest dressed associate sporting the red polo. Plus I learned how my copy plays to in-store customers and I appreciate my cushy desk job now more than ever.