There are many people that like me. That’s great I am happy and comforted by that. Even many animals take to me. This weekend, about three dogs feel in love with me within seconds. Of course, they were in a dog shelter and really wanted a forever home. I was so depressed that I left without a dog being prepped for my home. We didn’t find that right fit. But I know we will. When I got my beloved Milo at a dog shelter over ten years ago, we were on our fourth weekend try. Then we saw him and it was love. Pure love at first sight. It will happen again. Although, my nine-year old son keeps telling me that no dog will ever replace Milo. I am a bit perplexed by this assertion of his. Does he mean it? Does he think that is what I want to hear? I tell him that our new dog will be loved for being him and its ok to love him to no end. It doesn’t take away from our love for our Milo.
But all of this is besides the point. I tend to do that, you know? It’s ok. I’m back on track.
While I love the love from the fans and friends of my life, I am also fascinated by the haters. I am particularly tickeled by the Queen Bees that do not hide their fierce dislike of me. It wasn’t until I watched Gossip Girl that I had really learned of the phrase Queen Bee–you know that woman who tries to be a dominant or controlling person in a particular group or squad. And I emphasize the word “tries” because many fail at being Queen Bee.
I don’t need to try. I am who I am and that’s often top dog; not even Queen Bee. I know how that sounds. I’ll move on. I have been tickled (which is code at times for mildly irritated and bemused all wrapped up in one) by the efforts of a particular being trying to be Queen Bee by attemtps to undermine me. What is truly tickling is that one reason for this effort on this person’s part, is that I have a lot of shoes. Proudly.
See, before I came, this person had the most number of shoes in the office taking a lot of pride in the variety. And here I came, a shoe hurricane of sorts. My shoe collection dwarfs this person’s by a lot. And they are very cute shoes. I keep them in the office because I have a lot of meetings for which I like to pick the perfect shoe (to be fierce, serious, approachable, etc). I also keep over 30 pairs of shoes in the office because I have no room at home. In this real estate market you make the most of all your spaces. What is incredible is how much I am hated for my shoe collection. This individual takes it as a personal affront. Any compliment I receive, is as if her compliment circle is being depleted.
My situation does remind me a bit of when Caitlin Jenner teased Khloe Kardashian about her shoe jealousy. People are a bit bizarre these days in the workplace. Must we live the Kardashian life even at work? Oh my. However, there is something to a shoe jealousy. Not that I want to psychoanalyze anybody. That is not what I am here for. From the dawn of time, there have een stories fiiled with shoe/footwear themes linking them to power or magic. Certainly, we know that the right shoe brought a life happily ever after to Cinderella. For Dorothy, her ruby red slippers teleported her back home to Kansas. Shoes, most certianly, confer an identity of being one’s own unique person. With all that, I still don’t feel I need to let the Queen Bee know that my shoe collection doesn’t impinge in their identity. We each have our own. My heels are me and have nothing to say about anyone else.