September 10, 2003
Fashion Over Comfort
As I was walking to BART this morning, on my way to an interview in the city, my right foot burst out in flames of pain and discomfort. It seems that these leather shoes that I've had for over three years are still not broken in enough to walk in them. And that sucked because I was just on time and could not turn around to change my shoes for comfort's sake. It's not even that the shoes look good, either. In fact, I kinda regret buying them. But they're the only black shoes that I have, and they fit the bill for the day. Oh well. Once I get working again, I think I should concentrate on buying some new shoes rather than a new scanner and such like that.
So, my appointment. About two hours after I got there, I discovered that I can still type 72.1 words per minute with a three percent error rate. Yay for me. I'm a tested expert in Word and Excel, and an intermediate user of PowerPoint. Again, yay for me. Now can I have a job? As I said yesterday, we'll see what fate has in store for me.
I was in such a hurry to get home to take off my shoes (which are now about to be put down) that I forgot the post office this morning. I'll have to go back tomorrow. That's OK. I need a break from this place. When I got home, the first thing I noticed was the faint odor of a campfire, as if the place had been on fire. Oh, that. Tee hee. That's just the result of oven cleaning. Oh well. I kicked off my shoes and discovered two very large blisters, one on each heel, and one on the ball of my right foot. Very large. I don't like blisters. I think they're gross. I mean, it's a piece of skin separating itself from the rest of the organ and just sitting there by itself. That's creepy to me.
That's all.
