Slave to fashion

So The Boss of Me says that I need to stand in for her at an event on Friday morning. Not a big deal, they usually have food and coffee. They have budget for events. We don't. It sucks. But such is life.

Friday is casual day if I don't have meeting. (Usually pretty good at avoiding them). But if I have to do work formal and it's almost spring I decide the wear a skirt. With said skirt, I need shoes -- which I am sorely lacking in. But, it's almost summer spring and I find these super cute pair of mules in the closet. No pantyhose/mules. Little black skirt with white stripes and short jacket. I am going to look, well, presentable.

As I leave the house, I wonder why I never wore these shoes much.
I walk from the parking lot to my office. (I park far far away.) I notice that my toes are feeling a little smushed.

By the end of the event at 10:30 -- I am thankful that I can spend the rest of the day at my desk.
10:31 -- realize that I am going to need to get up at least once to pee
10:32 -- realize there is a 2:30 walk-about.
Walk-about...
Damn.
By the time I get back to the car to drive home, I consider going barefoot.

You know I have run a marathon. I have walked great distances. The pain in my feet on Friday was worse.

There is nothing worse than the pain you can get yourself in from wearing shoes that are designed for mannequins. I am all about the concept of shoes. Really. I love a pair of cute shoes. But you know what I love more than cute shoes. Comfortable shoes. I love comfortable shoes.

And these mules... these mules are designed by one of Satan's special minions I'm sure. I ran a marathon, and my feet didn't hurt like this. In fact, my feet had fewer blisters post-marathon than they do now.

Be it resolved that I am going to throw all the implements of torture such as these out and send them back to the fucktards who made them.

Comments

[Dagny]

LOL. Satan's minions.

I am known for wearing 4" heels when I go out. I have no problem with going barefoot on the way home though.

[Marcy]

LMAO! Ahhhhh the things we women do to look good, huh?

[Selma]

I love heels but I can't walk in them. I look like I have either just drunk an entire bottle of vodka or actually have an artificial limb because the only way I can manage to move forward is to limp a little. It is beyond pathetic. Think I'll stick to sneakers and Doc Martens.