This was one of those rare occasions in which we pulled a serious late-night at the office. Though Nani and I both love what we do and working for ourselves, it does get tedious at times.
Simply staying late is to be expected sometimes and sad to say something I'm always prepared for. What I had not prepared for tonight however was Nani and these heels; smokey grey-colored chunky heeled pumps with velcro straps. Make no mistake, the shoes themselves aren't usual; they fit right in with our work environment. It was Nani's insistence on wearing them that I found odd; this after listening to her go on for the better part of a work day about how she wish she'd had a separate pair to change into because "I'm just not used to these".
Yeah, I don't know either.
OK, so I kinda do...
Earlier that morning, Nani had stumbled upon some high-heels she hadn't worn yet. Upon trying them on for perhaps the second time ever, she said they felt a little 'awkward' to walk in, but otherwise felt 'plushy and comfy'. She was stoked to wear them since they perfectly complimented her outfit, smoky-gray blouse, black midi skirt and dark coffee-brown nylon knee-highs. Several times before we left for work, I asked her if she was sure she didn't want to bring along some runners or flats to change into — just in case these heels turned out to not be so comfy later. Of course I'm secretly kind of hoping she won't, so that she'll just carry on in her stockinged feet if the shoes get to be too much (although she usually tries to avoid that during the work day for reasons I'll get into in a moment). Nonetheless she insisted that she would be fine with these and that she didn't wish to bring too much extra the office. And that was that. Fine by me. Heheheh!
"I don't know why she didn't just run home and change. Either she was seriously determined to break these babies in or she had some other point to prove."
When she says she isn't used to wearing something, dammit she means it! But after having had these shoes sit in the closet for so long, she decided to pull them out and put them to work. Turns out they ended up putting her to work.
She was getting her ass handed to her by these chunky heels. I hate that my poor baby's feet are in such discomfort, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy watching how she reacts to it. Besides, she's got a foot massage coming once we get back to the house. And again, to be fair, I did suggest several times to have a comfortable change of shoes on deck, but Nani does what Nani wants.
For our small company, Nani and me have a mutually agreed upon professional image that we try to keep during business hours whether in-office or on the road in company vehicles, this includes the "rule" that footwear being worn at all times by all workers, including ourselves (HA!). Ever insistent on "following the rules" —I should mention that we'd closed up shop hours ago by this point and no one but us was even around— , my poor dear wife was trying so hard to maintain that sense of professionalism this evening but these shoes apparently had other plans.
The honeymoon period between my wife's tender tootsies and these strappy pumps was short-lived. Very VERY short-lived. By lunchtime she was clearly showing the signs of discomfort; constantly stretching and flexing her feet when sitting, lifting her feet up and twirling them while standing— all the while keeping her shoes GLUED to her feet, and since they had straps, it wasn't like she could heelpop. All damn day I was constantly being teased, hoping she'd undo the straps and just give me a little something. That's usually what happens when she overestimates the comfort of her footwear, but she wanted to be a trooper today for some reason. She carried on feigning contentment, even though her gait and her constant seated restlessness told a different story. At various times throughout the day, I even offered to run home and grab her some more comfier shoes and once we closed for the day, I suggested her to just take her shoes off since it was now just us (and you know which option I would've preferred). "It's not as bad as it looks, they're just new. I'm fine!" she reassured with her traffic-stopping smile. Whatever you say babe! Either she was seriously determined to break these babies in or she had some other point to prove.
After some time, I'd finally completed my end of the extra workload, but since Nani refused any help with completing hers, there was little else for me to do except play on my phone while I waited. So I planted myself in my usual seat behind her and did just that, putting my camera into position, just in case she succumbed to those heels. This should be entertaining.
Seeing her feet in these heels constantly shuffle and switch positions underneath her seat was really really entertaining, and something told me that things were about to start getting good. Nani was fighting a losing battle with those damn heels and it was showing. She was gonna break at any moment and my heart was RACING as I anticipated the moment. By this point, my camera was in position and ready to record; a show was definitely on the horizon. It was just a waiting game now.
The wait was short. NOW RECORDING!
It started off with just some mild shuffling of her feet, from one position to another. Then it eventually turned to shaking her feet with just enough vigor to make you wonder if maaaybe she should switch to decaf. What she did next, made me stand in attention! Ironically it was what she did with her hands that got me going; with one hand she reached down and undid the straps of those shoes.
Glenn, you ain't never lied!
That told me everything I needed to know! She was trying to fight the battle, but her feet were losing the war!
Immediately after she undid the straps, those heels began show a certain looseness that they hadn't shown previously. Soon after, that, she crossed her ankles and let one of the shoes dangle from her foot until it completely detached from it and lie lifeless on the floor, mere inches from her wiggling toes, which must've been smoking by now! She even let out a subtle but very forreal sigh of relief!
Her feet look soft and moist and like they're desperately crying out for a massage, again to which I'll happily oblige, once we're all done.
But wait! What's happening? It appears that she wants persevere! She slides her foot back into the befallen high heel and sits her feet flat on the floor. Maybe she can handle these shoes better than even she thought? Maybe this is going to be a rather disappointing shoot.
Nope! She's simply switching feet, and back into the classic crossed ankle position shoes goes, once again letting the shoe fall from her foot. Did I happen to mention the heart palpitating "clunk!" sound, when her shoes hit the floor? I'm sure all of you high-heel lovers know the sound I'm talking about. We've all had those moments, where we heard it off in the distance and immediately knew what time it was! The sound of a hardworking woman kicking her shoes off because them dogs are killin' her! Yeah, that happens here.
And I can't forget the way she struggled with the velcro end of those straps. Several times, they get stick to her stockings and he she has to fight to loosen their grip from her — all mostly hands-free. It's actually kind of funny to watch sometimes, as you can see she's getting frustrated with them.
Finally after several minutes, she does what I've been expecting her to do for hours! She finally succumbs to the pain and pressure of those shoes against her meaty toes and completely does away with them — the shoes, that is.
Finally!
I was wondering what took her so long. As you all well know, this wouldn't have been the first time she took her shoes off in the office —not by a long-shot— so I'm not sure who she thought she was kidding. Sure, it's one thing to maintain a level of professionalism when customers are around, but for God's sakes, it's hours after closing time and it's just the two of us right now! Live a little, woman!!
Go ahead. Press play.
She continues on this pattern of completely removing her shoes and putting them back on again for several minutes to damn near half an hour; and I caught the best of it on film. Best believe her movements get better, every time shoe does it. That classic "clop! thonk!" —which again, signals the removal of footwear— is abundant throughout this video.
Not everyone can say they have a secretary like this —let alone one that they're married to—, and nights like this remind me of one reason why I love what I do!
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