I sell seashells

I think I look especially cute today in my Forever VVI salmon top with flowy short sleeves, cute black pants with trendy wide cuffs on the bottom, and my super high black sling backs.  One of my daily tasks is to wisk forms that instruct a clerk to make changes in our program that will then download to our stores.  This paper tells the store that a certain item is now a certain price.  If this is done accurately and on time, the customers are happy.  I make about 3 trips a day down 4 flights of stairs for the sake of the happy customer.  I don’t mind these trips at all – they give me a break from staring at my computer, and the stairs are located at the end of the building, encompassed in stairway of windows.  As I take this walk, I enjoy the scenery outside and sneak in a few moments of people-watching.

Today as I walked down the first flight of stairs, I noted the rain.  It was gently falling on several women walking from the parking lot to the building, holding their hands above their heads trying to protect their hair.  I love watching life.  I’m so intrigued by it.  I wonder if those ladies think that their hands are going to keep their hair dry.  Perhaps an umbrella is a better idea?  As I continue down I notice a younger girl, and try to determine if she is one of our models, or just a ridiculously skinny, perfectly dressed employee.  As I’m gawking I notice that she is walking perfectly in her high heels despite the rain.  The thought of her shoes brings me to the thought of my own shoes and I consider the idea that the heels may be too high for me.   In that exact moment of thought my ever so high heel gets caught in my trendy wide cuff.  I am now mid stair, with one functioning foot, and only one available hand, as the other is filled with papers.  I grab the stair rail with my left hand, which immediately throws me in an entire 360 degree spin.  My one foot which is also carrying the weight of my other foot as the heel is stuck in it’s cuff slips off the current stair and bounces me on the next stair.  Papers fly.  They don’t just fall, but they actually go airborne down to the next floor.  The motion stops. I lift the heel out of my cuff and quickly try to gain composure.  Ok.  The model is not watching me.  Nobody actually saw me.  Aside from possibly pulling my arm out of the socket, I am not injured.  I calmly walk the rest of the stairs and collect the papers as I go. 

I sit back at my desk and decide to use the elevator from now on.  I don’t need any more “trips” down the stairs.  Enjoying the scenery is over rated and the only people-watching that is worth the trouble would be the people watching me!

Today's thoughts would best be described as previously sung by Ms. Natasha Beddingfield.... uh hem....la la la la.  Here we go:

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten