walk a mile in my shoes

So I am officially employed. The job, like all the rest, has its ups and downs, but ultimately it is a way to save up some money and not rely so heavily on my parents. I enjoy the work and the people for the most part so unless something drastically changes or my dream job comes floating along, it will have to do for a while. 

My only main problem with the job is that it requires me to be on my feet for 5-8 hours, which would be fine except for the fact that the position also requires me to dress up. 8 hours in heels is not something I suggest for anyone anywhere. And yet….I attempted the impossible and failed miserably. Fortunately my mothers foot spa was ready and waiting for me when I came home this weekend.

I still love all my cute shoes…but perhaps it’s time to find something a bit more comfy…

diamond in the rough

It’s not my dream job, it’s not anywhere close. But it’s a job. I am no longer unemployed. I feel as if I should be happier about this…