Filling Shoes.

Feb 11, 2008 - 19:50 PM PST

So growing up, I was always really excited to have my feet grow. I could get new shoes and sort of happily say I've moved up a size. I actually remember right after the third grade. My class had a party at a bowling alley to celebrate the end of the year. Either right before of right after the party my mom took me to Bass Shoes and I got white sandles in a size 5 1/2. They might have been my first pair of shoes in adult sizes. Later, I began to curse my feet which are now a size 9 1/2 because shoes are generally much cuter in smaller sizes.

I'm wondering how these new work shoes are going to feel once I fill them out completely, because right now I'm swimming in them. I feel like I'm four with my mom's red pumps on my feet clomping around to David Bowie's Lets Dance. This was actually a favorite activity of mine at the age of four.

My big accomplishments were figuring out how to write a check (day 1) so I could pay overdue bills. I've also been able to slowly fill fund raising shoes- I'm having lunch with someone whose giving us quite a bit of money over a three year span. I'm trying to get in touch with a big deal celeb whose life is relevant for more fund raising activities. I think I'll get him too. I've filled media shoes with a great article in the local paper. I'm constantly battling with the non-organized office I walked into and learning about everything necessary to run a business.

I think however that some shoes are going to pinch a little. Like the staffing shoes. I think the old guy rolled dice to see who got jobs. One person can't exactly do the job that they should be able to do by no fault of his own. One person doesn't do much work by her own accord. I'm likely going to have to fire (lay off in the first case) these people and I don't exactly like it. Luckily I've been reading Ayn Rand in absence of the internet and television at my place and feel like I can't really not do it.

The somewhat ironic portions of this are:

-I like cute, but totally comfortable shoes and I don't like shoe shopping much anymore it happens as an afterthought.

-I am making much much more money than I could have dreamed I would make, but I'm more poor now than ever. (ok, mostly this is moving expenses)

-I have very adult responsibilities and I as many of us qlifers, want to remain in some ways blissfully unaware of them. I'm attempting to remove myself from work as much as possible while I'm not there. This hasn't kept me from being at the museum practically every day since Jan 27. Excepting one Sunday.