Last day of work

the other day i replaced the heel tips of two of my pairs of shoes. it was great fun. i really need to get another pair fixed, but it was beyond my ability to repair. i tried, though! the pair i couldn't fix was the pair of work shoes i wore all last summer. hence the worn-down heel.

so, i have this pile of shoes in my room. the shoes that are normally there (heels i don't wear too often) and a pair of work shoes where i replaced the heel (not the one from the last paragraph, another pair of work shoes).

so, this morning i wake up and grab a pair of work shoes from the pile, go downstairs and eat breakfast. i put on flip flops and throw the shoes into the car.

i get to work, and put on my shoes. CRAP. i grabbed TWO DIFFERENT SHOES.

it's like the time i bought a new pair of shoes and got two left feet. only about a billionth as terrible.

i mean, they look pretty similar. have same heel height, both black, pointed toe.

no one has called me out on them yet, so there you go. and i give myself FULL credit for grabbing one left and one right shoe. this could have been much worse.