Of COURSE the day I take a chance and choose my footwear based on form over function is the day I'm going to have to run my rear-end off (not a bad thing in itself, as a good portion of my rear-end could stand to be run off). Just like how the one day of the week I decide to dress up more than usual is the day I spill coffee right down the front of my blouse. And like how the day I didn't bring my lunch because I was scheduled to attend a lunch & learn seminar is the day I have to cancel and cover for CAG because she got pulled into all-day database training at the last minute. Grumble.
Actually, all of the above annoyances aside, I'm kind of stoked at being left on my own all day. It's like a test. Not that I tend to get stoked about taking tests, but I've basically been sitting around getting paid to surf the net and wait for somebody to need me to make copies (not that that's such a bad thing, either) and I'm happy for the chance to prove that I can handle more responsibility. Not to mention to prove my indispensibility and gain myself a little job security. They keep talking like it's a given that I'm going to be hired for real when the temp-to-hire contract is up, but it can't hurt to reinforce their good opinion of my abilities.
In other news, I finally got my first paycheck yesterday and made a trip to Hell-Mart last night for muchly needed groceries and toiletries. I also picked up a few tops for myself, and a pair of earphones so that I can finally listen to music at work (I'm listening to The Flaming Lips on Launchast as I type - Yay!). I looked for pants -- I need new work pants in the worst way -- but they had not a single office-appropriate pair of pants in the entire women's & juniors department. Everything was denim and shorts and cargo capris. Stupid Wal-Mart. I didn't want pants from them anyway. I'll go get my pants at Target, so there.
Pants is a funny word.
And on that random note, I'll leave you and go run until my cutely-shod feet can't take it anymore.
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*snicker* The things we wear to look cute! Myself? I wear Crocs (check 'em out at crocs dot com)and have nary a foot ache. 'Course, I'ma *way* older than you and have pretty much outgrown my need for cute footwear. (This said after looking longingly at the cutestEver! silver beaded flip-flops at Target *sigh*)
And Target? Way better than EvilMart. I'm just sayin'. ;)
Manoah
Way better, yes, but also a lot farther from my house. :( Our nearest Target is three towns over. Otherwise I would never go to that other store.
But at least the tops I got there are way cute!
Also: my feet hurt. Crocs, you say?
Also, I should point out that the shoes I'm currently wearing are the cutest shoes I've ever owned. And I've owned some pretty darn cute shoes in my time.
I have an adorable pair of high heel sandals that give me such pain when I wear them. They also give my cat such pain - last time I wore them I accidently stepped on AJ's paw. Oh, there was much cat screaming and pathetic limping.
I'm currently wearing Sorel sandals (not cute, but very comfy). My mother swears by Areosoles - comfy and cute. Plus they come in awesome colours. She had a pair of purple ones and a pair of fuschia ones.
I used to have a pair of Aerosoles. Mine weren't particularly cute, but they sure were comfy. I used to be an expert on cute-but-comfy shoes back when I worked in retail. After spending the last few years in school and in an office that didn't care if I wore my houseshoes to work I've kind of forgotten that there could be such a balance.
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