My dirty little secret...

I take my shoes off when I'm at my desk. (I never said it was an interesting secret). I hate shoes. I can't abide wearing them all day. This is the one thing that makes high heels a worthwhile investment - they slip right off when you're behind your modesty screen at your desk and no one needs to know that you're there in your stockingfeet. It's very relaxing. Almost makes the 15+ hour days worthwhile...I can just shut my door and take off my shoes and get away, for a few minutes, from the frayed tempers and snapping turtles that are all that is left of the majority of my coworkers. That way I can back slowly away from the verge of tears..which is (embarassingly) where I find myself the more ugly people are from me. We're all frustrated. I try to cut them slack just like I hope they cut me some, but I really don't want to be "the girl who cries" at the office. I just think that's where I'm going to end up. Gah.

They drew blood (not at work, at the doctor) this morning. Now I have matching bandaids on my hands. My veins have always sucked, so I'm used them going for the hand veins, but today it actually kind of hurt - I wonder if she whacked a tendon or something the first time because she got no blood (even though she had me stand and wiggle my arm while she held the vial while kneeling on the floor, hoping gravity would do its thing.) Anyway, that's probably going to bruise.

Proposal madness should be drawing to an end soon. It's due tomorrow at noon. Hopefully it won't involve staying here forever to actually get it done. I'd kind of like to see my husband and puppies tonight.