By Valerie (Customer Service)
When I left my last job I was excited about many things. One thing that comes to mind may seem miniscule. This may have you thinking already, “Umm….why is this chic talking about her previous employment?” Well it happens. I had a job before I came here, and it required me to wear shoes. In fact, all of my jobs required footwear. Don’t get me wrong shoes are great. I don’t have some vendetta against them. Sometimes they prove necessary. Closed toed shoes are safer. Good support helps relieve back issues. A thick sole will keep your feet safe from sharp pointy things. Heels make your legs go va-va-voom. However, I have never been one to cherish shoe shopping. Weird feet have always resulted in trying to find something kind of comfy that would fit the dress code. Some places had some very specific rules in that regard too. Heck, I worked behind a counter once and that job required I not only wore dress shoes, but hosiery, from behind the counter, where nothing was visible below my waist. I could have been in a tutu from all anyone knew.
My excitement for an office less ordinary must have really been glaringly vivid. The sweet group of gals I work closely with were excited for me. They sent me off in style by giving me a divine set of slippers, Wicked Good Slippers to be specific, and the kind of the Saddleback of slippers, armed with a warranty. They even matched my dark coffee Satchel. My toes wiggled inside of them and breathed a sigh of relief. They would have if they could have at least. The best part is I could remove them at will, and let my feet be naked. Even back in my training days I felt comfortable enough to pop my slippers off and back on again. Could this be real? Was I about to get busted? When would I have to lace up my sneakers, or pop on my pumps to the dismay of my tootsies? Was my sensei Susan going to somehow find out my feet were in such comfort and lay down the hammer? I could sense my feet getting frigid at the thought of it and losing that shearling softness on my toes.
My feet squish into the soft Wicked Good-ness and I wiggle them around with the happy reminder that I no longer work at those other places that required horrible hosiery, pumps that pinched, or sneakers that sucked. I can wear my flip-flops on the porch, and my slippers in the snowy weather. I can don my socks in the spring, and let my toes hit the floor fancy-free when it is warm. My coworkers gave me a wonderful present in my Wicked Good Slippers, but Saddleback gave me a greater gift, foot freedom!