Showing posts with label Brogues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brogues. Show all posts

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Addiction?

Can one person have too many shoes? I feel that is my age-old dilemma of choice. Having around 50 pairs myself, I doubt that one person could ever hit TOO many.

As yesterday was my birthday, I bought myself four pairs on new shoes (in total under 75$, so a STEAL of a deal) online, all of which arrived yesterday. Now it is that image I think, having four shoes boxes stacked by the front door that creates the illusion to non-shoe fanatics that the owner of these beauties must have a problem. I probably spend less on four pairs than one of these people spend on one due to my stellar online deal shopping, but does that factor in to their PROBLEM diagnosis, oh no. My 'lavish' shoe spending must be the result of a deep rooted psychological issue resulting in a need to spend. I must stop buying shoes immediately to prevent from starving (for lack of food money). Incorrect, on both counts.

My shoe fetish results from a happy and hard earned wage that allows for some discretionary spending. Will it be like this all my life? Of course not, which is why I must take advantage of this rare opportunity whilst it is still knocking. I never spend money I don't have, which brings me to my next point. Please note the possessive pronouns used in the above sentence. It is MY money, thus has nothing to do with anybody else and warrants no judgement.

I like to think of my shoe purchases as an investment. I wear shoes everyday, my feet never grow and I alternate shoes so often that a pair rarely gets worn out. Tell me how that isn't investing in my future wardrobe.

Please do not judge my shoe spending as unnecessary or useless. Perhaps those THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS of dollars you spent on a car were also unnecessary and useless, but you do not see me judging you do you? No. Perhaps instead of that car you could simply walk....oh but that would require shoes wouldn't it? I don't need a car to wear great shoes. See how that works?

I direct this blog at the men in my life who oppose my shoes spending. Ladies generally understand the fascination as they often share in it. It's fun to own pretty things. Men like bigger, more expensive gadgets, electronics and toys that they don't necessarily use on a daily basis, and become obsolete in a couple of years. Note: I still have and wear shoes that I bought 6-8 years ago and nobody says 'that's so passe' or 'wow that's outdated'.
So you tell me which is the better investment.

Bottom line is I spend my money the way I want and in turn you can spend yours on whatever you like. There should be no judgement either way. Even when you purchase shiny gold brogues/oxfords to wear to the office ;)

My money-my rules.......In great shoes.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

BUSY BUsy busy

It has been busy as a bee here today as I learn how to check invoices, do credits and issue re-bills. Lots of different coloured pieces of paper and date-stamping.


I have to say my favorite desk accessory is my date stamp. It makes me feel powerful when I stamp a date on several important documents, like a request for credit form or something similar. I can't describe WHY it makes me feel that way, it's not logical, but I really do enjoy it.


Looking forward to the upcoming long weekend, which I plan to spend among the best of my friends up at a cottage for a 3 day early celebration of my birthday. The fourth of August is my actual day of birth, but unfortunatly falls on a working Wednesday this year and so I will be at my desk like many of the other days of the year, thus not rendering it very special.


As I am late posting this today, I can't say much more as I have to go home... In great shoes.


On this exciting Friday-eve I am wearing my oxford style black and white brogues with this cool new headpiece I bought in Hong Kong.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Falling behind, trying to get ahead.

So I realize this is late. I have not posted since Wednesday and here's why: Thursday I was drafted to work in the warehouse for the day to kit-pack so I was nowhere near this computer (I was wearing black converse all-star high tops - CLASSIC).



Friday was dress down day and I was running around (in silver sandals) meeting vendors who were coming in and then got a project from my supervisor that stole the rest of my day.



Monday I took off as my first vacation day because my boyfriend was down visiting for a while from Ottawa.



So here I am late Tuesday trying to explain why I have fallen behind, whilst trying to get ahead of the game.



Today ( in Aldo black and white brogues) all I have done is work tirelessly on the same project I got from my supervisor on Friday that had to be completed by tomorrow morning. It was a TON of work but I just got it done. I couldn't have done it alone though. A gracious co-worker of mine really stepped up to help me and for that I owe her a great big THANKS. She has been working here since I was 6, as she often reminds me and was the first one to offer her extensive knowledge to me on this project. Without her, this project would have taken me an extra day and a grandiose headache.



It's not like nobody else could have helped - they probably could have- but they would not have done it with the patience and understanding required to help me learn.



Sometime all you need to do to get the help you need is ask - and when you get the help be ETERNALLY grateful. I owe her huge now and I would be happy to repay the favour any day.

So please if you need help, ask. If you are helped, be super thankful.



Owing a favour here and there is not at all a negative thing, perhaps I can help someway nobody else can and then I can pay it all back. It makes corporate life so much more enjoyable when you don't have to go through things alone, as I am quickly learning.



So again, the point of the matter is don't be afraid to ask for help...In Great Shoes.

Friday, June 18, 2010

And so it begins

It's just before noon and I can hear my stomach grumble. More than that, I'm pretty sure the guy who works at the cubicle beside me hears it too.

I'm hungry because I didn't eat a proper breakfast, one piece of toast with peanut butter at 7:05 simply didn't cut it. Wow, even typing that out seems odd - 7:05. 7:05 AM. Just over a year ago I would have seen that time flash across my microwave clock on the way in from the bar. Brussels was like that though. Lazy school days that began at 2pm and finished at 6, leaving plenty of time to shop for groceries afterwards, relax with a glass of red wine (that only cost me about $6 a bottle) and then cook and have dinner with my roommate around 8. Then by 9 friends would join us for conversation and some dessert, a few more drinks and we would head out to the bar or club by midnight - to quite literally dance and drink until dawn.That was the life.

Fast forward one year and I still woke no earlier than 10am to get ready and catch a bus for an 11 o'clock class. That hour of prep time included breakfast, a shower, the Ellen DeGeneres show and a personal debate over fashion, hair and shoe choices. Thankfully the Ottawa buses were fairly reliable, and I only lived a 10 minute ride away from Carleton, my university. The nightlife in Ottawa was far less glamorous than that of Brussels, mostly due to provincial laws that prohibit bars serving alcohol past 2am (thus putting me in bed by 3 at the latest). However it was still fun, exciting and a staple in my existence.

Now, I have graduated and am part of what most people like to call the 'working world'. The alarm rings at 7:05, I rush to shower, get ready, eat and be out the door by 7:45. Goodbye Ellen, leisurely shower and relaxing morning. Now I rush to be in the car on time so my dad (whom I carpool with) doesn't leave me behind. I never do my hair anymore and my makeup gets applied in the car but there is one thing I simply cannot compromise on, no matter how rushed I feel - my shoes.

Even though I sit in a cubicle most of the day I still feel incomplete without a pair of great shoes quietly waiting to be seen from under my desk.

So as I begin my journey in the working world, I have decided to write this blog chronicling my daily climb to the top of the corporate ladder, steep as it my be, and I will do it...In great shoes.