bite it.

pffft! not in this economy, christian!

...what's been going on since Wednesday hmm...

I find myself making really stupid mistakes at work and I am really gutted about it since I've also been complaining recently that I'm bored. Well, I definitely haven't been bored since Wednesday what with fixing or at last taking control of my stupid mistakes...Anyways, we won't dwell on that too much because I'm also the same girl that worries about the economy and how it will affect my job. You know, because fucking up at work usually leads to losing your job...so yeah, taking control. Moving on.

Thursday morning I pulled on a pair of khaki colored cords I bought at Old Navy last Sunday and they were too long (I bought the regular versus the short, mistake 2 since mistake 1 was wasting money on clothes I probably don't need anyway), so I dug deep into my closet and pulled out my brown pointy toe shoes from Aldo. I hadn't worn them in at least a year (if not more). Once I slipped on my first pair of Tory Burch's, I haven't really wasted time on stilettos. I used to wear heels all the time and I'm not talking the thicker/modern heel. I'm talking stilettos you teeter in. Since converting over to flats, I've noticed my legs aren't as nice as they used to be (I've said something about this in an earlier blog). Maybe because of that, I decided I would spare the bottoms of my new cheapy pants and wear the stilettos. Mistake. Total mistake.

I walk from my apartment to my car thinking "okay, these feel okay".

I park my car in the lot and walk across the street to my building thinking "Good thing I don't walk all day".

I walk into the building and make my way to the stairs because you wouldn't believe the looks I get taking the elevator to the second floor even though I didn't choose my second floor office. I think "My quads are going to get a good workout".

I walk up the stairs thinking "feel the burn".

I sit at my desk until lunch and think nothing because my feet are at rest.

At lunchtime, my boss and one of my coworkers somehow convince me to walk with them at least 6 blocks to Front Page News. It's a pretty day they say, which it is, the walk will be quick. As I'm walking to the elevator I realize I'm going to have to suck it up and keep pace so I don't look like one of these ghettofabulous women who can't walk in their expensive heels. I tell myself "You used to walk in these bitches all the time. MAN UP!". The elevator takes me, my boss, my coworker and two ladies about to do their lunchtime workout in their suits and white tennis shoes, to the lobby.
I step off the elevator...now here is the part where I want to say I slipped on "something". I didn't fucking slip on something. My feet were tired and I hadn't stood on stilts in a long time. I fell. I fell on all fours, but my knees took the force of the fall. It was awful. I could hear my knees knock the lobby marble. It hurt bad. I wasn't fixated on the pain though, I was so embarrassed. I'd fallen in front of all these people and the people waiting to get on the elevator. I was mortified. I wanted to go back up to my desk and eat my Lean Cuisine in shame, but I decided I was already in the lobby and I'd already fallen. What the hell else could go wrong?
While walking the 6 blocks to Front Page News I realized I wasn't going to fall again, but I would probably want to shoot my feet off. Well! Dudes walk fast. I have short legs to start with and I'm walking in stilts. Fuck.
This reminds me of my first day working retail at BCBG. I decided I needed to look fabulous, so I had my newly purchased, stylish outfit on and my stiletto pointy toe black heels. I worked 4 hours that day and by the end of my shift I was leaning on the racks for support. I wanted to die.
I learned that day that fashion isn't pain. If it's pain, you probably look ridiculous. Needless to say, I threw away Thursday's shoes. Never again.