I have had all kinds of jobs in my life. I worked at numerous restaurants, a coffee shop, a dinner theatre, a catering company, even a florist. Each job was different in its own way but the one thing they had in common was the attire. I was allowed to wear regular clothes at each of these jobs and I didn’t appreciate it enough when I had it.
Every job I have ever had has allowed me to wear walking shoes. Then I got an office job for the first time in my life. The difference is astounding. It is amazing how much the shoes you wear affect your mood. Finally, I could wear a pair of Gravity Defyers.
Every job I have ever had has allowed me to wear walking shoes. Then I got an office job for the first time in my life. The difference is astounding. It is amazing how much the shoes you wear affect your mood.
Suddenly I have been forced to leave my walking shoes at home each day and stuff my feet into shoes more appropriate for a stuffy office setting. I despise it to be honest. I hate feeling so constrained and laced up if you will.
I knew that working at an office would require a level of conformity that I had not yet seen, but this is ridiculous. From head to toe, I am a business girl. I haven’t been able to convince my insides yet though.
My last job was at a catering company. I wore black walking shoes all day or night depending on the event. The shoes had to be black – that was the only stipulation. The fact that I found extremely comfortable walking shoes for only twenty bucks was just icing on the cake.
I have to do a lot of running around at my office job and wearing pinchy office shoes does not make it any easier. I know for a fact that if I was allowed to wear walking shoes to work I would be happier and therefore more productive. That sounds like a fair trade, right?
Well somehow I doubt that proposal would ever fly but it may be worth a shot. I would have to put up with the cattiness of jealous co-workers though. Small price to pay in my eyes. Oh, my poor, pinched feet. I have not forsaken you. I just needed a decent paycheck. I’m getting older and it was time to grow up and get a grown-up job.
Excuses, excuses. I know and I am sorry my tired sore, little feet. I promise that it will just be you, me, and some comfy walking shoes the moment the time clock strikes 5. I promise.