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| An update to my update: The square toed loafers I thought were fantastic turned out to be too big when I attempted to wear them outside of the house. So I went back to DSW, hemmed and hawed, consulted with a salesperson, and decided to get the next half size down. I thought those were fine, but as I walked around the house that evening in them, I realized they just weren't going to happen. My toes were jammed too much in them. I was getting pretty desperate at this point, so I went back to the drawing board and visited a different store. Kohl's had a few more prospects for me (I just couldn't deal with going to the department stores at the mall....) and I was able to pick out a pair of loafers that are not quite as trendy but still cute and comfortable enough. They ended up being a little bigger than I thought they'd be, but they got me through the long day of career fair events. Yay. | | |
| An update to my last entry: I was wrong. I hadn't been to DSW
since they rolled out their full autumn collection, and upon going
there, I was able to find many attractive pairs of shoes. (In the
meantime, I also revised what I wanted - I decided I wanted something
more loafer-ish , but dressier. I want to have cute shoes for the
career fair when I come up to recruit this week.)  I think I was successful - at least, my esteemed roommate approves of my selection.
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| I don't like any shoes that I see in the stores. (Well, I did see
a pair at the 9 West outlet I could tolerate, but they didn't have them
in my size.) I just want something to replace my brown oxfords
that are fifty billion years old. Do they think that women don't
wear khakis to work? So all of the high heels and boots that take
up 90% of the stores are useless. And I don't want sneakers or
chunky Skechers, either. Why do they make so many shoes in
different colors? Am I the only person out there who refuses to
buy shoes that aren't brown or black or white?
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| I learned from The Joy of Work
by Scott Adams (the creator of Dilbert) that the sound of clipping
fingernails is the most universally annoying sound in the office.
I would disagree. I heard someone cutting their nails in a nearby
office today and it didn't bother me at all. Incessant coughing
or peculiar ringtones are more grating to me. Then again, I cough
a lot and I'm sure not everyone likes my ringtone.
I was eating some fruit snacks today - the kind that are more gummy
than gritty - and it reminded me of one of my (few but great) art
projects. Probably about 10 years ago, I made my brother a
picture of Chuckie Finster (from Rugrats) by smooshing
appropriately-colored Rugrats fruit snacks and smearing them onto a
piece of paper. They stuck nicely and the resemblance was
quality. Eventually I think it got too gross after catching dust
on the wall for a while, but it was awesome while it lasted.
This morning, I was about to leave for work, when there was a knock at
the door. I freaked out - I mean, no one ever knocks on the door
- but it was the next-door neighbor. She had locked herself out
of her apartment and wanted to have her friend climb onto her second
floor balcony from ours so that he could get into her condo and open
her front door. I thought that was a pretty neat tactic.
But if you use the deadbolt lock, it's much harder to lock yourself
out, and you don't have to keep your balcony door open as a
precaution. This was the first time I met any of my neighbors
(and I never met any in the apartment I rented last year). I feel
like around here, people don't really want to have interaction with
their neighbors. I bet it's not like that in small towns.
There was a bizarre occurrence on a flight I took a week and a half
ago. Out of nowhere, I hear a man two rows in front of me yell,
"I didn't touch you, you fat b****!" The woman next to him said
loudly (presumably repeating a less audible earlier statement), "Get
off of me!" They continued cursing back and forth. The man
had a rather whiny voice and asserted that he had been sleeping, that
this woman was the fattest, ugliest person on the plane, and he had
most certainly not poked her. She kept telling him to stop and
get away from her. Soon, the flight attendants intervened and
asked the two of them to calm down. They said that the man would
have to move to a different seat. He protested, "But I want a
window seat!" and they assured him that they'd be able to give him one
away from this woman. As he got up, I noticed that he was wrong
about the woman being the ugliest person on the plane, as he was
probably more deserving of that title. I just tried to keep from
laughing so that he didn't become any more agitated on his way down the
aisle. Then, the person in front of the woman turned around and
told her to stop overreacting, that the man had just accidentally poked
her in his sleep. She started yelling at that person too, and the
flight attendants told her to calm down or she'd have to be moved too.
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| Because I am so awesome, California Tortilla has personally gifted me with a coupon for a free burrito and a free chips 'n' queso. They delivered these items to me at work last week, apparently. So keep submitting your business cards in the glass jar - I mean, what else are you going to use them for? | | |
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