Mama said there'd be days like this.
 

So, here I am at work when my boss looks at me and says, "Did you mean to do that?" I follow her gaze down to my feet where I discover I have on one black shoe and one tan shoe. The shoes are the same style, just different colors.

We had a good laugh over it. Now we're going to keep count of how many people notice.

How's your day going?

Swain shoves off for another week in approximately 30 minutes--capiche? :D


Good on ya for laughing about the shoe fail, Dazzy!

My boss called and told me that if I needed to leave early today, it was OK with her. My two bosses are both A+ people. I'm a fortunate man.

BT, what are you gonna do with that time, hmmmm? ;)

Laughter is great medicine. I asked her which shoe looked better with my casual outfit (jeans and a turtleneck sweater). We both agreed the tan one does. :D

Doyle, you are indeed a fortunate man. I think it's awesome that you get to leave early. Yay!

I did that once, DWD. Okay, maybe it was more than once.
I had two pairs of shoes in the same style, but they were black and blue. It was hard to tell which was which in the bedroom in the morning, but it was quite obvious in the fluorescent lights at work.

Yeah, how do you mix up tan and black?

I had kicked my shoes off under my desk in my den. The den was dark... and I didn't realize that both pairs of shoes were currently residing under my desk. So, I sat at my desk and slipped my shoes on without even looking. And it was dark in the rest of the house as well.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it. :D

What ever I want, when I want. :D

Actually, things were looking fairly dim there until Islander decreed we only have to behave ourselves in public.

I think you should claim you did it on purpose. Make up a cover story, the more elaborate the better. For example, you could talk about how your [insert beloved family member/friend here] once wore two mismatched shoes the day before Thanksgiving and it became a family tradition that still continues to this day, even though it makes you weapy thinking of how he/she was killed in that tragic ballooning accident. Bonus points if you can tear up on cue.

My day is fine so far, thanks for asking. I got my required material delivered to the required person at the required time, so now all that's left is to clean up the mother of all messes in my lab and go shopping/begging for a new advisor for grad school. I predict the lab will sparkle before I've sent a single email.

I can never keep a straight face long enough to bullshit any one. The more elaborate the ruse, the faster I will burst out laughing. I've removed myself from rooms so as not to kill joshings in progress. :sciencefail:

To answer the question at the end of the OP. my day is going about as well as can be expected. I've got housework to do because I've got company coming tonight and tomorrow (including laundry which I think just finished in the washer and needs to be put in the dryer).

Funny shoe story: When I was in college I bought two pairs of shoes which were identical except that one pair had regular heels and the other had built-up heels. I have no idea now why I did this, except possibly that I wanted to look a bit taller sometimes. One morning I was running late and slipped into my shoes just before dashing out the door. I was halfway across campus before I realized that I was walking funny because I had put on one shoe from each pair. And it was too late to go back to my room, so I had to attend all my classes like that. Fortunately, at lunchtime I was able to change shoes.

:smack: The Shawshank Redemption! Andy walked out in the warden's dress shoes. It's been bugging me the last hour and a half. :p

Love it! would do it myself, but in general, I almost always wear the same shoes (black flats).

What I seem to have managed to do so far is:

1. Lost my finger splint. I know I was wearing it at the meeting that was called late yesterday for 8:30 this am, talked to a few people, got in my car, stopped at a deli for b-fast sammich, came into work, sitting at key board - don't have it on.

2. Not really sure where my address book is, either. Have some final Christmas packages to ship, have everything I need for most except the address, which is in my address book - never got around to putting them into the new planner I got several years ago (and pretended it was intentional, saying that I wanted to keep personal stuff out of my work planner). Maybe it's in my car?

3. Came up behind woman in meeting said "Hi (name)" and it was the wrong person. Wouldn't be that big of a deal but the named person is a close friend I should really know what she looks like from behind. To my credit, it was 8:30 in the morning and I hadn't had coffee yet.

Good news. Found the finger splint. On the floor. Who knows.

Hey, who started this whole "shoes have to be identical" thing, anyway? Variety is good! I used to wear mismatched socks to work on purpose. I couldn't be bothered to find matching pairs, and I figured if people were looking at my socks they deserved to have something to ponder.

When I was a youngster, back in my party days, I worked only a few blocks from home, and once after a long night of The Suburbs and vodka tonics it took me most of those blocks to realize I was wearing 2 shoes but only 1 sock.

Clearly it got in your sandwich while you ate it, you didn't notice, and now it's working its way into your small intestine.

wring, glad you found your splint. Although, Fromage had an interesting take on what might have happened to it. :grossout:

No one has said anything about my shoes... yet. Maybe they all just figure I'm the epitome of fashion or something. I'm trying to concoct a story in my head as Solfy suggested - and yes, I can tear up on command. ;)

Wretched, I like the way you think.

Lurk, I have housework to do when I get home tonight. Not much, but I'm still going to be very busy. I also want to make pies and peel potatoes in prep for tomorrow. I'm cooking dinner for us - hubby, me, our oldest son and his family, and our youngest son (and whomever he might be bringing). This is the first dinner I've cooked in my freshly renovated kitchen, and I'm excited!

The 'let's see how many people notice' reminds me of a high school story.

A friend of mine carried a light bulb around all day. When you asked why he was carrying a light bulb, he gave you a number. The next person to ask got the next highest number.

That's funny!

Well, I went out for lunch to a restaurant where all of the staff know me. No one said a word. My waitress even asked me if my feet weren't cold (I wear sandals almost all year), and still not a peep. I know that she'd say something if she had noticed.

If anyone does notice and makes a crack about "Who's your stylist?", please tell me you'll say his name's Andy Du Fresne. :D

I will!

I have taken several walks about the office, and chatted with several people. Nothing. This is cracking me up.

Oh, they've noticed, they're just afraid to say anything.

Let me just put it this way - if they suddenly decide to hold a 'special party' in your honor, RUN! :eek:

I would like to think that perhaps they're too polite to say anything, but knowing them - and knowing me - I'd have to say that's not the case.

I'm going to take another walk. :D

I'm picturing you walking past, nonchallantly, and your coworkers shaking their heads in a sympthetic "poor Dazzling, can't even dress herself these days" sort of way after you've passed.

and planning the intervention.

... or picking out a nursing home.

At least I'm not wearing my bra on my head... yet.

Are you forgetting yesterday?

shhhh... no one noticed that.

You think. It's all in the report.

Technically, she's okay. That wasn't her bra.

But they were her boobs, right? Right????? :eek:

You bet I am. I've been laughing the whole time.

And I'm not saying anything about the boobs. :ninja:

Get serious, wring.

How would she get her boobs on her head?

You ain't seen my boobs, bub.

If you got a little bolder, could you throw them over your shoulder?

Aye, perhaps even tie 'em in a knot... or even tie 'em in a bow!

Yes, one must keep abreast of where one's thread is drifting.




I swear, there's something in the water today...

Two different shoes, you say? But you're home now, and in proper footwear, aren't you?

Don't be surprised if you've started something, and everyone comes to work in mismatched shoes after the holiday.

Going into work one Sunday morning while hung over (I was still a college student) I thought I'd drunkenly injured my foot as I noticed a slight limp but no pain. Two hours into my shift of retail hell I realized I had on the same color shoes with heels approximately 1" different in height. I have rarely been so mortified as I was having to call home and ask for half a pair of shoes to be brought to me at work.

If by proper footwear you mean barefoot, then yes. Yes, I am.

That'd be The Cat's Ass™.

Ramsey, that's hilarious!

BTW, here's what my footwear looked like today. For peeps that don't care for toes, just a warning: I'm wearing open-toed wedges.

BWAHAHA! That's the cutest thing ever!

I hate you.

Hee hee... thank you! Now you can see why there was much laughter. :D

But we love you!