Since I was one of the few volunteers who isn't afraid of heights, I was assigned to nailing shingles onto the roof for the day. I thought it would be my back hurting today, but my legs have never been more sore. Squat, crouch, kneel, crawl, crouch, squat, kneel, stand, descend ladder, ascend ladder, walk up roof pitch, squat, crawl, kneel. All day. And while I'm trobbing with soreness, I feel mad diesel.
One of the guys I was working with eerily enough, turned out to be a New Zealander who was waiting out his fiancee visa so he could marry the American he met last year. He said he was volunteering because he couldn't stand to sit around his apartment anymore (which odder still, turns out to be in my complex) waiting for paperwork to process. Wow. I was unemployed for four months and never did anything that charitable or at best productive. I just wore the same clothes every day.