Last Thursday. The day started quite all right. I got up with a groggy head and zigzagged down to the bathroom to take a shower in less than 15 minutes. Took a purple dress from the closet, put on my fave black argyle tights, and fixed my eyes and hair in record time. And when my eyes spied the time, which then had less than 10 minutes than I needed to not be tardy at the office, I skedaddled out of the house.
At the office. I got more disappointments for not getting the sales I desperately needed. Got reprimanded for not having a supercomputer for brains, thus not finishing my writing according to his highness' expected time frame. I shrugged and bought lunch. Ate while working... and tried no to fall asleep from dehydration during the rest of my shift... all because I refused to pass through the Hall of Harangues to get water.
End of shift. Discovered that my fave white ballet flats, which are over 2 years old, are falling apart as I was walking towards the mall... to the PUJ terminal. Stupid shoes. Just had to disintegrate when I was only half an hour away from home. Oh well. So I chucked the pair in the nearest trash bin I could find and opted to walk barefoot. I tried to act casual and not spy on people's reactions to the girl who's walking without shoes... at one of the city's posh malls, nonetheless. Seriously, I saw nothing because I simply refused to look. And when halfway to my destination I realized what a freaky vision I must be, I couldn't stop snickering at how I must have looked to people. I'm crazy, I know! Then when I arrived at the Ladies' Section I tried not to dawdle too much and just took the first pair that caught my eye, which just happens to be my right one. (FYI, I will never trust my right eye ever again if I ever go shoe shopping.) And I just bought the most uncomfortable slippers ever invented--I later discovered! So yes, I took the pair to the cashier's counter and paid for them--along with a cute scarf I spied. Then, I asked the girl at the counter if she could lend me a pair of scissors 'coz I'll be using the slippers right away, which in turn made her realize I was barefoot. She tried very hard not to look scandalized. It was cute. :P After that, I slipped on the hideous pair and strove to learn how not to walk funny... straight to the PUJ terminal.
Home. I frantically looked for my comfy house slippers--and slipped into house clothes at the same time--the moment I got home. Tried not to chuckle out loud at the series of unfortunate, but delightfully funny, events that day as I was having dinner with my father. Watched some TV after... and fell asleep halfway through LOTR: The Two Towers.
What a day!
At the office. I got more disappointments for not getting the sales I desperately needed. Got reprimanded for not having a supercomputer for brains, thus not finishing my writing according to his highness' expected time frame. I shrugged and bought lunch. Ate while working... and tried no to fall asleep from dehydration during the rest of my shift... all because I refused to pass through the Hall of Harangues to get water.
End of shift. Discovered that my fave white ballet flats, which are over 2 years old, are falling apart as I was walking towards the mall... to the PUJ terminal. Stupid shoes. Just had to disintegrate when I was only half an hour away from home. Oh well. So I chucked the pair in the nearest trash bin I could find and opted to walk barefoot. I tried to act casual and not spy on people's reactions to the girl who's walking without shoes... at one of the city's posh malls, nonetheless. Seriously, I saw nothing because I simply refused to look. And when halfway to my destination I realized what a freaky vision I must be, I couldn't stop snickering at how I must have looked to people. I'm crazy, I know! Then when I arrived at the Ladies' Section I tried not to dawdle too much and just took the first pair that caught my eye, which just happens to be my right one. (FYI, I will never trust my right eye ever again if I ever go shoe shopping.) And I just bought the most uncomfortable slippers ever invented--I later discovered! So yes, I took the pair to the cashier's counter and paid for them--along with a cute scarf I spied. Then, I asked the girl at the counter if she could lend me a pair of scissors 'coz I'll be using the slippers right away, which in turn made her realize I was barefoot. She tried very hard not to look scandalized. It was cute. :P After that, I slipped on the hideous pair and strove to learn how not to walk funny... straight to the PUJ terminal.
Home. I frantically looked for my comfy house slippers--and slipped into house clothes at the same time--the moment I got home. Tried not to chuckle out loud at the series of unfortunate, but delightfully funny, events that day as I was having dinner with my father. Watched some TV after... and fell asleep halfway through LOTR: The Two Towers.
What a day!
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