back in the day at my first job at a grocers shop, I'd go in every morning and help put out the days produce. running from back of house to front with boxes of cabbages, carrots, bananas, onions etc. I'd been doing this job for about a year and by this point was makings many times the amount of money i earned here by building and selling flash games. I wanted to quit, but had been putting it off for weeks now, because the boss was kinda scary to 16 year-old me, and I was avoiding the uncomfortable conversation with her. one morning my shoes (for a reason that escapes my memory) were wet. maybe it was raining the day before, or they'd been in the wash. anyway, i slung on some of my stepdads shoes and rushed to work. the shoes felt fine for a few minutes as i walked to work, but quickly they started to cause me a lot of pain. they were two sizes too small and way too tight. by the end of my hour long shift i was in agony, i told my boss without hesitation: I quit. pain can be a powerful motivator.