Fire alarm. 27 floors in 3-inch heels, with a nine-paged report due in four hours. After a bowl of kumquats that I probably shouldn't have eaten. Also, I am wearing a belt that is cinched at the waist. I considered taking the shoes off, but was particularly grossed out by all the corporate foot-traffic down the gummy stairwell. Gummy stairwell+dress shoe soles=impending foot fungus. Last week, N asked me to translate "mal a l'aise."
C'est mal a l'aise.
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