It's official. There's something worse than having to work in retail. Having shoe-nightmare-induced insomnia. Everytime I close my eyes I start seeing shoes, so many shoes. Spilling out of boxes and strewn all around me and as I'm racing to put them away, more keep piling up in every direction. WHY? WHY AM I CURSED WITH NIGHTMARES ABOUT SHOES? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY MIND? It's not enough that being on my feet, running to and fro across a store makes my calves ache and my feet want to fall off. Or that I'm so tired my brain feels like scrambled eggs over easy. No, now my mind has decided to intrude upon the hours that should be a blissful escape from the hell that my daily existence as become. Tonight I can't even make it into REM sleep because the moment I close my eyes four-inch heels and wedges start dancing across my eyelids and I'm forced back awake. I'm SOOO tired. Why does my mind hate me so much? All I want is to sleep for a few hours. Is that really so much to ask?
Maybe they can have you work just with socks?
ReplyDeleteHaha. And probably wind up with a lifelong phobia of sock puppets?
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