Unhappy Feet

Work has never been this busy.

All the trouble working on a particular event that we've begun preparing for since last year took its toll on me. I had a few bouts of this weird sensation that makes my jaw feel like the teeth it's holding are gonna fall off in one go. I've had back aches, sore arms and swollen feet for days. I was literally tired...beat and dead tired.

For days I ran in the office like a headless chicken with gazillions of thoughts racing through my head not to mention with bloodshot eyes. My make-up couldn't hide the stress I was feeling then. The headache from racking my brains trying to think of solutions to some unexpected blips that happened didn't go away despite 2 tablets of Panadol. I felt like the world around me spun out of control, and my weak body could barely get a grip. I was literally shaking I thought i'm gonna have a heart attack and become a vegetable.

By the second day of the event, I decided to be more calm in facing all the pressure. And to be comfier, I brought with me my trusty Havies to work. The little me walked in the hallways of our office wearing my crisp suit (in skirt) and my periwinkle flip flops. I only wore my heels when I went to the CEO's office, and when I escorted our VVIPs to their meeting rooms. For the rest of the day, I allowed my feet to breathe. I didn't care if people joked about my footwear. When my colleagues would begin giving me a funny look, I would defensively say "I have shoes". I was so tired to even care if I looked stupid. Comfort became my priority.

I am sooo glad that packed week was over. Next time it happens, I may bring a pair of sneakers instead. They'd be good for running ;-)