But in all honesty, I'm not sure what it is I want to write.
The past couple days have been weird, I think the combination of stress + lack of proper sleep (read: waking up due to being sore, having nightmares), and work-related things has been getting to me.
Speaking of work, my manager is pretty ridiculous. Hes this cute little (hyper) middle-aged Chinese man. On Wednesday, he bought me a dress jacket because he wants me "to look more grown up because you look like a little kid". He also told me that he doesn't want me to wear my black canvas shoes... which makes sense, I guess, because they kinda look like sneakers. Not that work-appropriate for a jewelery store. And he doesn't like ballet flats because they "look like %^&*@ing slippers". (Oh yeah, he swears a lot.)
So that leaves my only real choice to be high heels.
Let's just say that my feet are absolutely killing me. I wore 4" stiletto boots (I call them my Cell Block Tango boots, they're dang sexy) on Thursday... I was hobbling around like a little old lady by the time I got home. Today was my black double-strapped Mary Janes. They're also 4" heels, though, and I think I need something a bit lower.
Whee!
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