So work has been a bit crazy, which has made my life a bit crazy.
Which means I've been bouncing from home visit to home visit, angry phone call to angry phone call, and meeting to meeting. And then I just come home watch Netflix and try to sleep (but not because I'm thinking about work).
So this past week on my way back from a home visit I glanced at the ground, so I would not slip on ice, as I hurried myself to a meeting with my boss. Which is when I caught a glimpse of my feet. I thought to myself "these shoes look weird". "No really my feet look really weird in this shoes". "I hate these shoes". "Wait are my shoes on the wrong feet?!" "No, I would have noticed earlier".
I kept walking and thinking that I needed to get rid of my shoes (gold flats) because of how weird they made my feet look. Now I wear these shoes (that my mom gave me) because they are too big for me, which means I can wear my wool socks with them. Then I decided to check the bottom of my shoe. And yes, they were on the wrong feet. I had had them on for over four hours and hadn't even felt that there was something wrong. Plus I had been to someone's house where my feet were on display and I pray they hadn't noticed.
So I did what any normal person wearing their shoes on the wrong feet would do, and scampered into the stair well, all the while checking to see if anyone could see me. I switched the shoes as fast as possible and continued on with my day.
I walked into the meeting and my boss says "How are you?!" and I responded "Well I just found out that I had my shoes on the wrong feet all day, but other than that I'm fine." He responded "It's been that kind of a week hasn't it?!".