'Hello, Brain? Hi, it's your feet. Yeah, you haven't heard from us for a while I know, but here's the thing. You see those shoes there? Well, get them for us would you? NO, not the sensible shoes, put DOWN the sensible shoes, a little to your left, no, your other left. Yes! Those ones. The ones that are more air than shoe. We're dying down here...'
Now while I have the arguably enviable chance to be living in one of the world's fashion capitals, it's a formidable strain on my materialist muscle to wander past all the luverly shops full of luverly things and not make better acquaintance with any of them. I'm a bit puzzled how I could have worked 35 hour weeks for 7 months and still have no mu-lah. There must be a scientific equation out there waiting to solve that problem.
This is a big part of the reason that I'm leaving my current job in a week (that, and that I hate it). I'm actually not sure how it is legal to allow an employee to work on one placement for so long without receiving the benefits of any holidays or sick days, one or two months I understand, but not 7. And they would've extended it to a year if they could've! But the temp market is designed to weave around labour laws as far as I know. My horrible boyfriend on the other hand, who as far as I can tell has been perpertually on holidays since I met him last year, has another 8 DAYS of holiday up his sleeve that he needs to use up before May. And he owns more shoes than me. Oooooo how I hates him! (no, not really! ;) )
There's a squillion people in the world who don't have access to running water, let alone shoes. I realise that. I'm just a horribly incurable western materialist with hot feet :D