Today, I bought my ticket to Colorado for my friend Janice’s wedding in Estes Park on 7/7/7. It’ll be small and awesome affair. I’m very excited. My friend Kristi and I are flying together and staying through until Monday so that we can hike in Rocky Mountain National Park on Sunday. I pretty much begged her. I couldn’t fly out to Colorado and stay two nights in a national park and not hike at all. I might have died.
With the price of the ticket and my shoe shopping lately, I’m awfully glad for the overtime I’ve been working. I’m in the market for four new pairs of sandals I think. I don’t know HOW I got through last summer. I give my sandals a beating, and last summer some were on their third season. Ew. Additionally, I have a real job now and must have nicer, non-flipflop shoes to wear with my standard skirts. Remember, I don’t really wear shorts or capris during the summer. Very limited. It’s all skirts. So I needed nicer black and brown sandals as well as a new pair of flip flops and athletic sandals. Oy!
I know you’re not that interested in my shoes, so I’ll summarize a few observations. 1) Shoe shopping sucks. 2) It’s hard work physically and mentally. LOL. 3) I’m very picky, but we have to be. 4) The popular sandals with ribboned ankles do not hold your ankles well enough to be considered a strap. 5) HOW do so many women work in such high-heeled shoes? 6) Why are there no shoes for woman with narrow feet? 7) Why do I have to be in between sizes based on what brand of shoe. Trying on two of everything is ridiculous. 8.) Women find some sort of unspoken companionship in the shoe aisles as they look desperately for that one pair that will actually fit right, feel right, and be cute all at the same time.
Having purchased two pairs I was quite pleased with, I had to opt out of the glorious first-time wearing today. Why would I ever do that, you ask? Because last night, I fell on my ass. I’d just made a nice diet pepsi float and was walking down the stairs in my bare feet to watch Alias. About five steps from the bottom, I just slipped somehow and came straight down on my ass. Well, actually a little to the left. I jarred my left-lower back badly and up through to my shoulder and neck. Then I slid down the remaining stairs and crashed through the baby gate that keeps the cat in the basement. ALL without spilling ONE DROP! Thank you. I’ve iced all three areas, and honestly, I started the morning with 5 advil. God help me if my mother reads that. She’s already upset with how much ibuprofen I take lately due to my recent (last two months) onset of daily headaches. Still, I HAD to go to work.
I laid very uncomfortably in bed trying to fall asleep last night with my injured body and pride. My mind imagined my sore morning and turned in question of how I would be able to work from home all day without going in, if necessary. See, we’re swamped, and I simply can’t keep up with all the proofing, as well as work on my module in the massive new training program; participate fully on the quality team who is revamping the company style guide, identifying quality processes throughout company departments, and implementing a process for quality reporting, review, and improvement; work with my boss to write an overall quality process for my position, which will eventually expand into a team (writing this process is one of my bonus metrics, btw); and complete monthly quality reviews of each researcher’s work for their bonus metrics (which will make me more unpopular no matter what I do, just like pretty much everything else I do in my job).
But, luckily I made it into work today. Stayed an extra hour and a half and then vehemently decided to not bring any additional work home with me, as I usually do. Now, I am heading for CCC with Tracie. That’s Coffee, Conversation, and Cribbage. I’ll likely get my ass kicked since I had my one-in-five, ass-kicking game against Tracie last time. But winning isn’t what matters, is it?