Now what? Shoes still in limbo and I'm going nuts. Update: All figured out!
So I went to the new doctor to get a note for my shoes that are too much like tennis shoes according to work. And he won't write me a note because he doesn't want to fight with Human Recourses when they don't like it. Which, fine, I can understand. I really wish my old doctor hadn't moved though.
He refereed me to a foot doctor, which is silly because the foot doctor will just say it isn't your foot that's got the problem and I can't help you. That's what the last one said.
I was so frustrated and tired I called the assistant of the Director of the whole office and asked if I could talk to the Director. She's going to look at my shoes in the morning and make a decision.
What is so stupid is that the dress code doesn't say anything about shoes. Nothing, at all.
I'm so tired. I hate my job anymore. I hate having to go and feel like I'm being watched all the time. I hate not being able to just work. I'd rather be back in the Company that called me horrible names than where I work now. I am now daily considering giving notice and just worrying about the house's bills and things later.
All over my shoes. Want to see a picture? Here you go: I pulled my pants back just for you (usually only the toe is visible because I'm short and pants aren't. Ever.
So? What do you think? Tennis shoe? Sandel? 220 dollars I simply wasted (and they were on sale too)? EDIT: Soooo, the Director doesn't see what the problem is. She's got shoes nearly like mine and says they are good shoes. I can wear them. Yay! Also means, no need for a doctor's note.
He refereed me to a foot doctor, which is silly because the foot doctor will just say it isn't your foot that's got the problem and I can't help you. That's what the last one said.
I was so frustrated and tired I called the assistant of the Director of the whole office and asked if I could talk to the Director. She's going to look at my shoes in the morning and make a decision.
What is so stupid is that the dress code doesn't say anything about shoes. Nothing, at all.
I'm so tired. I hate my job anymore. I hate having to go and feel like I'm being watched all the time. I hate not being able to just work. I'd rather be back in the Company that called me horrible names than where I work now. I am now daily considering giving notice and just worrying about the house's bills and things later.
All over my shoes. Want to see a picture? Here you go: I pulled my pants back just for you (usually only the toe is visible because I'm short and pants aren't. Ever.
So? What do you think? Tennis shoe? Sandel? 220 dollars I simply wasted (and they were on sale too)? EDIT: Soooo, the Director doesn't see what the problem is. She's got shoes nearly like mine and says they are good shoes. I can wear them. Yay! Also means, no need for a doctor's note.