August 6, 2002

• Cheshired commented on the sadistic nature of the requirement that waitresses wear heels to work.  At that restaurant, the rule was “pumps” with no heel height specified.  The ones I chose, with those funny little one-inch heels, were uncomfortable enough.

  
  

  Three-inch, spike-heeled pumps were dangerous.  Just a year or two after I worked there, the Occupational Safety and Health Act was passed.  OSHA, I would suppose, has done away with such requirements.  If any (U.S.) employer now makes such a rule, he should be reported to OSHA.

  
  

  For any of you who is addicted to my stories:  I’m on hiatus for a day or two.  With Greyfox off work on account of rain, and three videos to view today, it gives me the excuse I was looking for.  Actually, I’m kinda stuck.  The next installment involves two incidents that may or may not have happened on the same day.  I’ve been pretty busy with house and garden chores, but my mind has been drifting back to that time, trying to sort out chronology and details.

  
  

  Maybe it’s time for another of those parenthetical analyses of my state of mind.  In fact, this is probably an appropriate spot to insert one, since my state of mind shifted so radically after my first few psychedelic experiences and a number of intellectual discoveries that were roughly concurrent with them.  I guess that’s what I’ll be doing with ol’ Schpeedy Trackbawl (my antique laptop) tonight while Doug is in Neverwinter land.

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