Sketchers

Tonight marked day two of training at the new job. So far, so good...except for the uniform. I have no problem with the name badge or giant red promotional button I have to pin on my shirt every day. And in addition to being functional, the apron is even kind of cute.

The required shoes, however, are not.

Half of my first pay check will go towards shoes. Typical girl move, right? Wrong. I am not spending my hard-earned money on fun flats or sexy heels, but instead, Sketchers. Slip-resistant, fugly Sketchers.

Not only have I not purchased Sketchers since I was twelve, but these particular Sketchers cost me SIXTY DOLLARS. Sixty dollars! You know what I could have bought with sixty dollars? A pair of non-Sketchers shoes that don't look like they belong to a fifth grade boy.