See, I do work.

See, I do work. I’m wearing a shirt with buttons and everything. *checks* Yep, everything.
I’m typing on the computer. I’m filing the e-mails in the little e-bins. I’m thinking of instituting a premium rate for billable hours spent wearing shoes with my new clients. Existing clients get shoes for free. A lawyer I used to work for billed extra for court appearances. Court appearances would probably be covered by a shoe-premium, but it would also catch meetings that aren’t at beachfront restaurants and having to leave casa on bad weather days. Shoes are uncomfortable. I don’t like shoes. Living in San Diego, but for my profession, I’d never have to wear shoes again. Why can’t men get away with open-toed sandles as part of their business attire? (Damn sexist system keeping us down). Maybe we need a test case.


