I feel bad for waitresses

Holy crap, I waitressed for some function last night at work...in heels. Why do I set myself up for pain? It would have been fine if I had brought shoes to change into after the hour and a half party, but no...I choose to be a genius and end up wearing these disgustingly uncomfortable shoes for more than four hours. The balls of my feet still hurt. They kind of feel like they've been beaten with a chicken tenderizer, and if you don't know what that is, its an evil little mallet with sharp points. I've gotta go though, talk to y'all laters.