He handed me a seating chart and told me I'd be walking. Holy crap!
I was walking from 5:15 to 9:00, with half an hour break and about 15 minutes of assorted "my back is killing me" sitting scattered throughout. Cleanup was another 45 minutes. 3 hours and 45 minutes of relentless walking (not just being on my feet, walking) was not what I am used to. I'm going to get used to it, though. <azzgrin> The Walker Boss asked me, at the beginning of the shift, if my feet would be OK walking in those shoes. At the end of the shift, he asked me how I was feeling. I told him. It wasn't my feet giving me hell, it was my back. He grinned and sent me home.
Cute Chick Monitor gave me a ride home. She was having an emotional day. Everyone gave her stuff. I gave her a little bottle of the perfume oil she comments on every time I wear it. She was thrilled to pieces. There was hugging. (She's married. I'm reserved. It was a workplace. Nothing untoward happened.) It'll be less interesting without her there.
Walking, I get to make just as many, but different, judgement calls about the phone goons and what they're up to. It's interesting. I am hoping that this is the first of some Onward and Upward things.