So. I bought new shoes on the Internet. Usually a risky thing to do, but so far I have had decent luck with them. I hate shopping, and especially shoe shopping, so I thought I'd try these Easy Spirit shoes that looked like they would be okay.
They felt fine this morning; just the right amount of support and looked a good deal more feminine than the boots I usually wear.
Then I walked from my truck to my office in them, and I thought I was going to die. They are the Shoes From Hell. So, I checked my office mail, got the stuff I needed for the meetings I had on the other side of campus, and walked back to my truck to change into my old boots. I thought I was going to do the last 50 yards in my stocking feet, it hurt so bad. So these new cute brown shoes are now Sunday-go-to-meeting shoes; wearable when I don't have to walk all over creation, at least until they stretch out a bit. I am back to my black boots with the crack in the right shoe, just over my big toe. Good thing I brought black socks with me to the parental homestead.
Then, after the second meeting of the day, I was walking down the stairs to the 2nd floor where I would have yet another meeting. Took my phone out of my pocket and went to push the button to read my e-mails---and the phone flipped right out of my hand, landing face down on the third step from where I was standing. The CONCRETE step. The back of the phone popped off and no amount of CPR would revive the poor thing. Since I had an hour until the next meeting, I raced off to the Verizon store to see if I could get a replacement. Well, I could, after I paid for this month's phone bill (which included another nasty surprise, an extra $50 in charges for a certain daughter who called overseas last month) and waited two days for the new one to be shipped to me. The guy at Verizon was going to ship the phone to the HomeCity address and I said "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" which startled him a bit....but that would be ALL I needed, to have the phone ripped off by my lovely neighbors.
It's being shipped, instead, to the parental home which works out fine since I will be here anyway Thursday.
And then there was the decision on an article I submitted last July--major revisions. Reviewer #2 was very nice, oddly enough (Reviewers #2 being generally, as my friend Lisa says, "a$$hats") but #3 was weirdly nasty and #1 wants substantially more work. My PhD adviser, who is a co-author, thinks we can pull this one out so I will defer to his judgment and work my tail off to make the changes. Bleah.
Oh blast. My System Administrator just sent me an e-mail saying my inbox is over its size limit. Students here are on Gmail now and they get 100 times the storage that faculty and staff do. Something is wrong with that picture.