Unhappy Feet
After reluctantly admitting that maybe, just mayyyyybe, my feet are starting to freeze off in my new, classy-fake-studs-included-cute-little-sandals, my coworker agrees to turn off the air conditioning. Two side-notes: I, of course, have waited for my boss’ lunch break to “casually” throw in my request. It is the only moment in a work day in … More Unhappy Feet









