The New Me

I have been officially dubbed with a new nickname at work.

You see, my job requires that I dress nicely. That's not too uncommon for someone my age who works in an office. However, in my mind, part of dressing nicely means wearing heels. Not skanky super high ones, but at least an inch and maybe two. I don't think that's a crazy assumption to make either.

Here's where I get myself in trouble... Problem 1: I walk everywhere quickly. Problem 2: The floors in our office are partly linoleum and partly carpet. Everyone knows the sound that heels make on linoleum and other such materials. You'd think I'd be safe on carpet, though. Not the case. The carpet is just as bad! It isn't well padded, so I just go pounding down the hall like a bull elephant on a rampage.

Thusly, the reception desk has decided to call me Thumper because of the noise I make when I travel down the halls. I think I'm more upset about this than when I found out that Bambi's mother died.