Those shoes suck!

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening my little sweater monkeys. Now as you may or may not know I LOVE shoes and I don't discriminate. I love cheap shoes, expensive shoes, leather shoes, pleather shoes, high heels, kitten heels, ballet flats, and sneakers. I JUST LOVE THEM. Mainly because shoes pretty much always fit and never make you look fat. There is a line even I must draw when it comes to shoes and Brit designer, Antonio Berardi, has drawn that line with these:



Heeless Heels....can you even call them heels? I call them torture. A pair of these goes for £1,800, which equals about $3600. They are 5 and a half inch high with a solid platform and I hear Victoria Beckham already has her name on a pair of the snakeskin ones. Apparently, Gwyneth Paltrow and Uma Thurman have already grabbed themselves some black patent ones. Stay tuned for celebrities falling off their shoes!

Some TV to talk about

First things first my fellow Losties! Any thoughts on last nights episode? I thought it was kind of boring, but I do have a new theory. I think that Jacob is the island he's the smoke monster, Christian Shepard, Harper, Walt, and the black horse that Kate saw that one time. Thoughts?

Meanwhile in other news I have rediscovered what I believe to be the greatest TV show ever (besides LOST)



JACK OF ALL TRADES starring the always amazing Bruce Campbell. The show was created by the same guys that did Hercules and Xena so it has that sort of look to it and it's super cheesy and hilarious. Just in case that isn't enough to entice you to watch, there's a talking parrot. Also appearences by Napoleon, Louis and Clark, and other assorted historical figures. Now if I could figure out how to post a song on here I would post the theme song. As TV theme songs go I'd say this is running a very close second to The Highlander theme.

define Hate

My personal definition of hate is simple, straightforward, and I think, to the point. I define hate as MY JOB. My job equals buckets and buckets of hate. I wake up every morning praying that I am sick, or the weather is too bad for me get there, or hell some days I even weigh the pros and cons of just calling in and quitting. Yes I hate my job that much.

The only saving grace is that I really do like most of the people who work in my office. Except for my 2 coworkers, who will be refer to as K and C, now K is my supervisor and C is my coworker. Honestly, C is pretty damn cool she’s been through a lot in her life and I understand she has a hard time occasionally. BUT this does not mean you have to run and tell our boss everything that anyone tells you. Yep. She’s a tattle tale, and no one likes a tattle tale. Unfortunately she’s the least of my worries. Now K is the big problem. She’s sneaky. Acts like she’s your best friend, but you know how it really is….

Here’s an example. This morning I walk in and after some typical morning banter she asks me if I remember emailing the rest of the staff about this event I put in the system for Friday. Now if I did put this event in it was back in September, so of course I don’t remember, but I do usual email people when a large, overnight event is planned. Apparently I didn’t and our night operations staff didn’t get schedule anyone to be here Friday night. So I check the event to see when I entered it so I can then check my emails to see if I did indeed email it and what do I find…there in the lower left hand corner. CREATED BY: K 10/18/07…..what’s this? OH I didn’t even enter it. Yep and I get blamed. I ALWAYS GET BLAMED. When I showed her that I did not in fact even enter the event it’s still MY fault. SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THIS PLACE!

Offer me a job as long as it has benefits and I make enough to live on I’m there. HELP ME.