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Ugh. Shoes. Ugh.
Sep. 19th, 2016 04:57 amI have accepted defeat and finally come to what I hope is the correct assumption: what's killing my feet has to be my shoes. I hate shoe shopping, however, because I don't have cute, tiny feet or even cute not so tiny feet. Finding shoes in my size is a pain in the duff and when I do find 'em, they tend to be hideous. Just... ugh. Add to it the fact that shoes might be better at a universal size, they're still not something you can just grab the right number (and width) and go. So you have to try stuff on and ugh. Seriously, hate it. I think the last time I went shopping for shoes for work in store, I wound up with two pairs that only kinda sorted worked and one of those had to be almost immediately replaced because no.
I think that one led to the pair of shoes that messed me up completely, actually. I think the replacement for those was back when Skechers was first doing their Shapeups and Cass was raving all about them and how awesome they were and, disclaimer time: Nine times out of ten, my work shoes are Skechers. Until those stupid shoes (and the ones they were replacing, actually, though that was a size issue and not something else), Skechers had never done me wrong. But those shoes fucked up my legs something fierce. And it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure it out because they started out well but a few months in, I'd literally be halfway through my shift and unable to stand/walk for any extended period of time. But the moment I stopped wearing them? Magic.
Anyway, that's when I learned that Skechers come with two prices. One, they aren't exactly cheap. Two, they either start life out bad or go bad. The latter of which is true of any shoe, really. Alas, I let this pair that I'm currently using for work go bad.
So bad. So here's hoping my new shoes arrive before my next day of work and that they're the kind that are good right off the bat.
And if you have any suggestions for shoes for work (retail, so I'm on my feet for at least 8 hours at a go), lemme know. As soon as I discover whether the new shoes will work or not, the old shoes are toast. They're not even going to get turned into walk the dog shoes like the last pair. Unless, like the last pair, they work better when I do a little tweaking that would make them not suitable for work but for walkies. We'll see.
Speaking of the dog, I took her out on her middle of the night jaunt and we were making our way down to the little field by the sign and I saw what looked like a big stick on the side of the road. Not unusual considering it rained pretty much every day last week. But as we approached I realized it was no stick. Fucking snake. SNAKE.
Look. People joke about my dislike of spiders, but I can deal with them for the most part. But snakes? Nope. Gave a tug on the leash and we turned tail and walked away quickly. G'ah, snakes! I know the neighborhood has them because she and I have come across many a dead one (and by many I mean a few a year, usually after a hard rain) on the other side of the neighborhood. But never a live one. *twitches*
I guess getting temporarily scared out of my mind (well, not quite that bad but you get the idea) means it's definitely time to really break out the Halloween decorations. I guess I should probably find the table and the bar so I can get things started.
*is lazy*
I think that one led to the pair of shoes that messed me up completely, actually. I think the replacement for those was back when Skechers was first doing their Shapeups and Cass was raving all about them and how awesome they were and, disclaimer time: Nine times out of ten, my work shoes are Skechers. Until those stupid shoes (and the ones they were replacing, actually, though that was a size issue and not something else), Skechers had never done me wrong. But those shoes fucked up my legs something fierce. And it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure it out because they started out well but a few months in, I'd literally be halfway through my shift and unable to stand/walk for any extended period of time. But the moment I stopped wearing them? Magic.
Anyway, that's when I learned that Skechers come with two prices. One, they aren't exactly cheap. Two, they either start life out bad or go bad. The latter of which is true of any shoe, really. Alas, I let this pair that I'm currently using for work go bad.
So bad. So here's hoping my new shoes arrive before my next day of work and that they're the kind that are good right off the bat.
And if you have any suggestions for shoes for work (retail, so I'm on my feet for at least 8 hours at a go), lemme know. As soon as I discover whether the new shoes will work or not, the old shoes are toast. They're not even going to get turned into walk the dog shoes like the last pair. Unless, like the last pair, they work better when I do a little tweaking that would make them not suitable for work but for walkies. We'll see.
Speaking of the dog, I took her out on her middle of the night jaunt and we were making our way down to the little field by the sign and I saw what looked like a big stick on the side of the road. Not unusual considering it rained pretty much every day last week. But as we approached I realized it was no stick. Fucking snake. SNAKE.
Look. People joke about my dislike of spiders, but I can deal with them for the most part. But snakes? Nope. Gave a tug on the leash and we turned tail and walked away quickly. G'ah, snakes! I know the neighborhood has them because she and I have come across many a dead one (and by many I mean a few a year, usually after a hard rain) on the other side of the neighborhood. But never a live one. *twitches*
I guess getting temporarily scared out of my mind (well, not quite that bad but you get the idea) means it's definitely time to really break out the Halloween decorations. I guess I should probably find the table and the bar so I can get things started.
*is lazy*