Some times, multiple things come together at once. I’m convinced that this is, at least partially, my own fault: I am, after all, a notorious procrastinator. Left to my own devices, I tend to shove things off until they just can’t be put off any more. Then I run about in a whirlwind of panic, trying to get everything done.
Yeah. I’m well aware that I usually take the hard way…what can I say, it’s interesting there.
I recently experienced such a convergence of things:
A) Thanks to a policy change at work, I had to get slip-resistant shoes; but this wasn’t so bad because B) I needed new shoes anyway.
See, the funny thing about wearing the same pair of shoes for 40-50 hours a week for two years: they eventually break down. Your once comfortable shoes become instruments of torture…well, more so than normal. (Anyone who knows me knows that I hate shoes. And I mean hate. As a child I often refused to wear them, but you can’t really do this as a semi-responsible adult in the working world. Especially in a nursing home!)
So, with three days to the deadline imposed by corporate and aching feet due to my holding-together-by-prayer-and-I-don’t-want-to-know-what-else old work shoes, I went shoe shopping.
You might have guessed my long-standing and deeply-rooted aversion to footwear, but I hate shoe shopping. Sandals aren’t so bad, as I hardly consider them shoes—but unfortunately, neither does anybody else. And this time I had a real challenge: find shoes I liked/could endure that also matched corporate standards. Oh, and that also fit my budget.
Yeah. Mom, who went with me, was amazed that we were only in the shoe-store for less than an hour. To be honest, I was too.
I bought some Sketchers wide-width work shoes that seemed okay. In two months, I daresay I won’t notice them during the work day. Right now…let’s just say that I’m enduring. And readjusting. And complaining.
I hate breaking in new shoes.
At least my feet are just uncomfortable, as opposed to in actual pain. I guess.