These boots are made for walking... (a Mary post)

Boots.

Black boots.

Brown boots.

Cowboy boots (well not yet anyways).

There is something about a pair of boots and the way they make you feel. I am rocking my brown boots today with a dress. I would take a picture... but I'll let you imagine how awesome I'm looking right now.

Some fun news surround my recent obsession with boots:

This past Thursday I was feeling like POOP. I felt a sinus infection going on, but I knew I had to go to work. Not only am I in the process of kissing major booty in order to become a permanent employee, I also knew that there was going to be a big meeting with one of our top bosses.

I picked a fun black and white belted dress, and passed on the pumps. That morning I bee-lined to my black knee high boots. I was feeling daring, and I wanted to look confident.

That 8:30am meeting started, and I was inwardly feeling like a giant medicine head. I got through the first half painlessly. Then the big boss, lets call him Vinnie, dismissed one half of the crowd.

Vinnie proceeded to address some of his concerns regarding the stress he has picked up on while walking through our department. He called some people out for never taking vacation time. Basically I felt like I was watching an episode of The Peanuts, listening to the teacher talk, "wah wah wah wah wahhhh wah wah wah."

Who knows how much time went by, but at some point there was dead silence in the room and Vinnie was looking me square in the face.

"So what exactly do you do?" (Vinnie)

My mind went completely blank.

I began stammering.. " uh uh uh I file, and uh uh copy... and uh uh fill in wherever they need me."

I looked like a maniac. I work overtime. I do a lot. But I was like a dear in headlights. I was thinking if only he saw my time card while he was interrogating me, he would wonder what I do for 50 hours a week.

We were dismissed, and I went back to my desk feeling pretty defeated. My managers stayed behind to continue the meeting without us lay folk.

About 15 minutes went by, and then I noticed my managers walk back into our department. Next thing I know Vinnie is heading straight over to my desk.

"So I heard you have a degree. Where did you get it from?" (Vinnie)

"UCF"

"In history, huh? Why did you chose that major?" (Vinnie)

"Well it was something that I enjoyed."

"I understand that, see me and you are in the same boat. My degree is in cooking, and yes I said COOKING! We both have very unconventional degrees, and yet look at us in this industry."

At this point I was looking pretty dumbfounded. So he continues...

"So are you ready for a challenge? Are you ready for us to stretch you and teach you?"

I just nodded my head like a bobble head, probably with my mouth wide open since I couldn't breathe out my nose.

He then pulls me over to where my managers were congregating.

"Raise your right hand..."

and I did

"She promises to do whatever you guys want her to do in order to grow with this company... and of course with more responsibility comes more money." (Vinnie)

What..... more money!!!! I had a million thoughts shooting through my mind, but at that point I could tell we were done, so I just walked like a zombie back to my desk.

I went though my lunch break tormented by what had just happened. As a matter of fact, at that point I still wasn't sure what happened.

After lunch my manager approached me at my desk. She said, "so if you haven't assumed already, we're going to start the paperwork to make you permanent."

Sweet hallelujah!!!

But it gets better. "we're also going to give you a promotion."

Ya'll, life is good! I'm finally going to be treated and paid like I have a diploma.

Yes, this story has nothing to do with the boots, but I figured I would tell it anyways.

God is good! I needed this encouragement. I love my job, and now I'm going to love it more.