Woke up today reminding myself that I’m fasting, three days to go insha’Allah. Decided to wear a skirt, don’t have too much walking around today and since it is kinda long, I’ll have to wear my new high heels, yes, that’s what it was all about. My new shoes

And since I was such a good girl today I decided to park where they told us to park, the farthest deepest parking spot possible.

Our secretary reminded me of some papers that she needed that I had in the car, so as not to keep her waiting I quickly took off to my car.

Went to the parking lot, walked. Hmmmm, where is my car!! My GOD this parking has floors and the floors are partitioned. So that means I didn’t park on the second, did I? I was taking the steps up and down, peaking through the doors, looking over cars searching for the jeep that I parked next to and is blocking me from viewing my car at this moment! After extensive search I found my car. Thank GOD. As I was heading back up the steps, I hear a sound screeeeech, no, I ripped off my skirt as I stepped on it with my new heels!

Lesson learned, no more heels for work unless they are one of those shoe blocks, no more long skirts period and always remember where you parked even if it’s not the Avenues

But my frustration was melted down as soon as I got out of the parking complex and the sweet tingly wind touched my face

**UPDATE**

As I was searching some topic, they needed me to go give a tour through our network and their placements. OK, I thought to myself it won’t take long. But of course it did!! Two hours with me in my heels and ripped skirt. And finally after two hours of standing and walking here and there, they decided to take the stairs and not the elevator, believe I do love taking the stairs but today HELL NO, but I did and guess what, stepped on my skirt again twice this time, ripping off a large strip of my skirt!!! My feet were sore and I was comforting myself it will be over soon. After we finished, I got a pair of scissors cut off the long tail that was tangling behind me and took off those damn heels. I don’t know what’s gotten into me today when I woke up this morning, I have supposedly learned this lesson while working in this field for two and half years now. Also, everybody keeps asking me why I chose this line of job *not typically for girls*, so when they see me like this with skirts and heels, no points are won. Never again, heels to work, flats and training shoes only. “Ma teswa 3aley”