What Your Shoes Say About Your Job


I should be applying for jobs right now.  Instead I am doing laundry, picking up around my apartment, and playing with my blogs.  Well, I’m sort of doing laundry…  There is only one machine in my apt building and I am waiting for whoever is using the dryer to remember they are using it and come move their stuff so I won’t be late and damp to work in an hour.  Off topic…

In prepping for work and picking up, I looked at the shoes lined up by my door and had a little laugh.  I have very different shoes for the very different jobs I do and have done in the past, and maybe I am crazy, but I think that is interesting somehow.  (I decided to add the photo to my header so you could see what I mean for just a day or two, then something more applicable will be up.)  I have flip flops for daily life and for when I worked on the boats/docks.  I have my chuck taylors for pedicabbing in S.FL and my tougher Puma athletic shoes for the bike shop and the pedicabbing in NOLA which was much more strenuous.  I have power heels for interviews and jobs requiring more suit-like attire, and dainty heels for when the job calls for a more subdued and less threatening, yet still feminine business-wear.

I will say, I have nowhere near the number of shoes many women do, but I have quite the variety.  Other shoes don’t belong at work (odd to say considering the range I just listed…) so no point mentioning here, but I think the shoes things says something.  I can look at each shoe and tell you memories of days and likes and dislikes about not only the wearing of the shoe, but the circumstance of the wearing as well.  Psych background kicks in a bit and I wonder playfully about the study one could do on finding the right job based on the shoes one prefers to wear.  I think there is something there really.  Do you love the relaxed, well-formed but easy to kick-off fit of the perfect Reef?  Do you enjoy the maneuverability, speed and  comfort of an athletic shoe?  Do you feel confident, strong and successful in a dress shoe, and further, power shoe or loafer/dainty slingback?

Ok ok, weird, I know, but a fun jaunt into the odd, lighter details of the work world and the search for the perfect career.  I admit though, if it really were that simple and telling, I have a sneaking feeling my career choice would be considered semi if not wholly unacceptable/unsuccessful by most  people.  I’m ok with that.


Ink Stains On My Sheets?

Ink Stains On My Sheets – Kind of a weird title I realize. I wonder, what did you think when you first saw it??  I really am curious and would love to see your comments about what it made you think of, if you had questions, why you checked it out, etc.  So why did I choose the title?

A few reasons –
1) I wanted something different, interesting, that resonated with me, attracted people, and could morph with its contents should the blog go from one of hunting for success to one of finding it, and getting to just continue to share my writing instead of only writing about, and for the purpose of, finding a “real job.”

2) I have so many notebooks full of my scribbles and still never leave the house without at least a pen, if not pen and paper/notebook.  I love to truly write, not just type.  Though I am getting more comfortable with typing my thoughts, there is still something very comforting to me and inspiring about writing pen to paper – hence actual ink stains on sheets of paper.

3) I keep a notebook near me while I sleep because I have, countless times, awoken in the middle of the night needing to write down a thought, a few lines, or a dream, terribly afraid I will lose the memory of the words or images in my head by the time I wake up.  My eyes are also quite sensitive to light so I do not turn on a lamp when I wake to scribble out my thoughts.  So, half asleep, in the pitch dark, often with eyes still closed (because with no light, what is the point of opening them?) there I lie, with one finger on the page trying to guide my pen and keep my words from inking each other out, the other hand frantically scribbling words across the pages.  Ink pens, I have discovered, harbor a complete disregard for something so mundane as where they disburse their liquid contents.  It is the writer’s duty to pay attention to the surface upon which the pens magically honor one with scribing ability, not the pen’s.  So if the writer does not do her duty, it is her own fault when she wakes up in the morning to find ink stains not only on her notebooks, but also on her fingers, and her bed sheets.  I, for one, forsake those particular duties in the wee hours of the morning and wake to find notebooks, pens and ink stains scattered about my bed.