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In a dark corner there is an open air information desk that is open 16 hours per day. It's a standing desk, so you're supposed to be on your feet during all that time, especially when it's busy... As you walk over to the desk, you notice it's been left unattended, but it's open. The time is 7:30p.m., here is half an hour left until it closes... and then you can hear someone moaning in pain somewhere behind the desk. As you look closer... it's... the employee. He's resting against the wall with a bare foot lifted on a wood stand, while his other shoe was on. The soles of his feet hurt so badly after standing for so long, he can't possibly take another minute standing up. He just had the hardest day he ever had on the job, and his overworked feet never hurt as badly as they did when you saw him. He didn't realise you were there...
"oooww I can't take it anymore... I can't believe how much my feet hurt... oooh Gosh massage my soles..." He mumbles, hoping that God would hear his cries. He desperately needs a foot massage... He doesn't know what to do... or say... his feet hurt so much he just can't be at the desk anymore... This is the life of an overworked employee.
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"oooww I can't take it anymore... I can't believe how much my feet hurt... oooh Gosh massage my soles..." He mumbles, hoping that God would hear his cries. He desperately needs a foot massage... He doesn't know what to do... or say... his feet hurt so much he just can't be at the desk anymore... This is the life of an overworked employee.
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Paw
Species Human
Gender Male
Size 2559 x 1440px
File Size 3.02 MB
The information desk is still open, but who's working in it? *you could hear someone in distress from behind the wall*
*Following the noises I peak my head under the awning of the unoccupied information desk, peering into the visible corner containing a large foot scrunching its toes. It seems to lean back in forth over what appears to be a tall wooden stump, rocking helplessly as if waiting to be noticed by somebody*
*toes spread and then they rest normally again in order to stretch the foot, as the man just went through an extremely painful foot cramp just 10 minutes before you arrived. You can now clearly hear his words, and you can tell it's his soles that cause him distress. Looking at the time you can quickly work out he's been standing up for 15 hours and a half*
*I smile making eye contact with the man, acknowledging him as he notices me before I glance back at his foot with a mixture of curiosity, love and concern for it. I walk around to where he’s seated and pull up a chair to the stump, sitting beside his foot*
“Hello there” I greet the man in an uplifting and soft tone, gently petting his foot with all the love and care you’d give a wounded animal. “Is your foot hurting?”
“Hello there” I greet the man in an uplifting and soft tone, gently petting his foot with all the love and care you’d give a wounded animal. “Is your foot hurting?”
*looks at you and smiles back for a second, but then realises he's still at work and he's not supposed to leave the desk unattended. He did this because normally by now there are no customers left and nobody is checking on him. He's suddenly anxious about the situation* H...hello... *he greets you back quietly. Then while appreciating your gesture, he gently pulls his foot back and puts his sock and shoe back on. He unconsciously nods when you asked if his foot hurts, then he answers you anxiously* I am so sorry... I don't know what was in my head... Please don't make a complain to the company, I could lose my job if the boss finds out. What can I help you with? I am sorry for my behaviour... *he tries to stand up but the moment his shoes touch the ground he clenches his teeth from the pain in his soles. His shoes are now back on.*
*I watch the man wince in pain as he puts his full weight on his sore and aching feet, his knees buckling together from the sheer pain felt in the confines of his cramped shoes. I watch as the man pushes himself to serve me as his customer, and his paralyzing fear that I might inform his superior of his unprofessional conduct takes hold of him completely.
Distressed by the sight of the poor man under such unfathomable pain and stress, I realize it’ll be easier to try a different tactic.
“No please, sit back down! I wanted to get some information, err… about your feet!” I smile at him, giving him a nod and a wink. “They’re what I have questions about, need more ‘information’ on. It might help if you put your foot back up too. After all you are the information desk attendee, correct?”*
Distressed by the sight of the poor man under such unfathomable pain and stress, I realize it’ll be easier to try a different tactic.
“No please, sit back down! I wanted to get some information, err… about your feet!” I smile at him, giving him a nod and a wink. “They’re what I have questions about, need more ‘information’ on. It might help if you put your foot back up too. After all you are the information desk attendee, correct?”*
Yes, I work at the infor... *he gasps at the sudden onset of excruciating pain coming from the soles of his feet, but at this point you can clearly tell what's going on so he's not trying to hide it anymore. He can't stand for too long... so he sits down again and sighs.* Y... you really want to know... a... about my feet? I... don't know what to say I... *looks you in the eyes with a sad expression* I didn't expect... nobody ever asked about my feet before... *smiles quickly and closes his eyes, tearing up. His sad expression came back on after that* well... the story is not very long... I have unusually wide feet, so I can never find the right shoes for me. They never quite offer the support I need, and I spend 16 hours a day on my feet, plus walking home. I also suffer from overuse foot pain *opens his tearing eyes* It... *sighs as his expression gets even sadder* it's... mmmm... the soles of my feet hurt so badly I can't even describe it to you with words... my soles... *closes his eyes, again and sighs, as he was finally able to let this off his chest* I... cannot believe... you cared to ask about my feet... I don't know how to thank you... I don't know what to say... I needed to tell someone for so long *lifts his foot back onto the wooden stump, but he still had his shoe and sock on. You could tell his shoes were worn out. The shoe was shaking from the pain and distress* my soles... *he said again, with sadness in his voice and tears in his eyes. You can now have an idea just how much his feet were hurting. He wasn't the smartest individual either, he was a simple man, at a simple job that required a lot of endurance. You can tell from his mixed emotions how much it means to him that someone finally gave him attention... you are the first person in his life to ask him about his feet.*
*I hug the foot on the stump from over the shoe, petting in and holding it tight as it shakes.
“It’s okay, don’t cry” I coo reassuringly, continuing to pet the foot as I smile warmly. “I’ll take care of your feet for you. I’m sorry to hear they’ve been in so much pain physically and emotionally, I’ll be their friend…”
I take his shoe off and start inspecting around its toes, sole and heel. Gently giving the foot a kiss**
“It’s okay, don’t cry” I coo reassuringly, continuing to pet the foot as I smile warmly. “I’ll take care of your feet for you. I’m sorry to hear they’ve been in so much pain physically and emotionally, I’ll be their friend…”
I take his shoe off and start inspecting around its toes, sole and heel. Gently giving the foot a kiss**
I... I can't believe it... Did God hear my prayers? *looks you in the eyes with a surprised look on his face* Would you really want to touch my foot? Did I hear that right? *his heart is racing in his chest an you can see his reactions* I... I... would you... *suddently his voice is louder and shaking* OO...OOW MY GOD... OOH YOU ARE SO INCREDIBLY KIND... THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART... OOH MY FEET HURT SO BAD, MY POOR SOLES... GOSH, MY SOLES... I... I just... *suddenly gasps as you remove the shoe and then moans while you're inspecting* A...AAA...aaaaahhh my sole... my foot... oooww they make us stand up all day... my soles hurt so bad I can't take it anymo... *he suddenly stops and is left breathless when you kissed his bare foot. Looks you in the eyes and... not knowing how to react... he starts crying from happiness* Aaawww...wwwhhh... aaaw... OOWW MY GOD... OOW YOU KISSED MY FOOT... *cries* aaaaaaa... nobody... ever treated me with so much kindness before... Bless your heart... *looks at the sky* God thank you for sending me this wonderful person... *continues to cry as you're holding his exhausted, worn out and extremely sore foot... You can now clearly see just how wide his feet are, because your thumbs won't touch if you grab his foot from the sides. You can also hear the joints in his foot crackling*
*I keep one hand on each side of the foot marveling at its sheer size. Between the owner sobbing and his extreme expression of gratitude towards me, I continue inspecting the foot in search of a way to best alleviate its pain.
“Of course!” I chuckle reassuringly, gently patting the mans injured foot. “You shouldn’t be ashamed to let these puppies out around me, they clearly need someone who’s willing to help!”
I smile at him again, looking back at his bare foot intently as I ever so gently begin to rub it. I hear some of its joints crack as the foot bows forward and flexes its toes in delight. Still sore but beginning to heal, I begin to add a bit more pressure.
“This might be a little uncomfortable at first, I can tell they’re extremely tense and sore”*
“Of course!” I chuckle reassuringly, gently patting the mans injured foot. “You shouldn’t be ashamed to let these puppies out around me, they clearly need someone who’s willing to help!”
I smile at him again, looking back at his bare foot intently as I ever so gently begin to rub it. I hear some of its joints crack as the foot bows forward and flexes its toes in delight. Still sore but beginning to heal, I begin to add a bit more pressure.
“This might be a little uncomfortable at first, I can tell they’re extremely tense and sore”*
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