Shoes glorious shoes...

This is me cheering myself up by              um ...          blogging about shoes.

 

Hey, it's better than retail therapy (which I'm willing to try if blogging this doesn't work).  

 

The other day I wore Navy shoes.  Not just any Navy, but the life-saving throw me something quick before I  . . . 

 - drown in the pool of hostile voices from clients who all want immediate response, instant results, and answers to their life's problems -    

  kind of Navy shoes.   

 

Oh my word!!!

This was at the crux of my overworked, undertrained, not-even-my-job, work day.  There I sat (with not one solution to any of the above life problems for clients), attempting to calm down the fifth or six-teenth (whose counting) demanding client, securing messages with use of interpreters (who were being verbally accosted along with me) and finally wrapping it up by hearing a client say: "I don't need YOUR attitude, Lady".                                                  (Of course not, yours is horrible enough for both of us!)

 

Mentally I am begging for immediate life support; an immersion rescue effort of any type from the evil thoughts and words I was forming as a comeback to her comment about "little-ole-me" with a what? oh yeah... "ATTITUDE, LAY-DEE" (it's best to get the full effect of her distain).

 

It was then that I ever so politely offered to assist her the best I could, pushed the HOLD button immediately... and took a DEEP breath!  

 

Upon receiving oxygen need-help-now I'm thinking,  hmm:  "what do I like most about this moment (a tangible thing is necessary, not just knowledge or feeling)?"   

 

A life-saving glance to my feet brings the best answer:  Check it out, I am wearing great shoes... these are incredibly beautiful shoes and I feel happy to own them.  

These Navy patent leather, peek-a-boo toe, (make me feel tall, my legs appear longer, and most assuredly, assists with the confidence that I have a vast number of answers to offer this particular client, just not the ones she wants right now) - such amazing shoes.    

 

Hey, did you know that shoes have names? 

  

These are  "rsvp Justine".   Kind of makes me feel like I have a date with destiny or someone to "rsvp" to ... who the heck is Justine anyway?  Well, it's a "j" name, I'll go with that for my alter-ego (with a different kind of attitude) for now.

 

 

Shoes make me sing!!   No, really.  I LOVE shoes!   That discussion of not needing so many different black shoes, falls on deaf ears with me... they each are necessary in their own right.

 

 

My boys crack up when I sing about shoes it's a cute little tune (get this... remember the movie Ice Age II ... the scene: vultures lurking, then they sing a song : "FOOD glorious FOOD...").   Okay now you get why my boys laugh at my quirky song about shoes.   What-ever, it works for me.

 

I am most happy wearing, buying, or simply modeling any number of shoes (heels required... uh Nike's ain't gona bring on a song for this chick.)

Hmmm.    Oh yeah... back to the office: 

As I released the HOLD button finalizing the forwarding of her call to someone else (perhaps with less attitude, but I doubt it) I thought of another thing that made me happy.   

 

It's an old saying, "You can't understand someone's experiences until you walk a mile in her shoes." 

 

FRANKLY, my dear, I'm not willing to trade.  

 

I'm truly grateful to not be walking in her shoes.  I willingly choose MY shoes every day. Inasmuch as I would feel totally justified in judging her attitude against mine I find myself taking the high road.   

Don't even think about touching my shoes !!!

HonuGirl