Until now I have wildly resisted. You can take the make-up and the skirts away but you’ve got to give a girl her shoes. And heels are my thing. But last week I read an article that said “powerful-women wear flat shoes”. Right, I thought, I might give this flat thing a go.

Considering my toilet breaks, water trips and lunch grabs are a full-on sprint (and I am now on first name terms with the cobbler due to the pavements tearing up my heels), I thought perhaps the flat thing wouldn’t be so bad. And when I reached the office a whole three minutes quicker, I was positively gleeful - I could clock up an extra fifteen minutes a week! My promotion had never looked so attainable. If only I’d read that article before.
 
So I bound proudly through the double doors (somewhat faster than normal) thinking this was the new improved 'City Sensible Me'. The idea was to look smart and demure, like Carla Bruni visiting the queen.
 
"You’ve got flat shoes," the Pocket Rocket commented.
 
"Yes. yes, they’re my sensible shoes," I said matter of factly.
 
"But they’re red," she quipped. "You look like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz."
 
By 10am I realized there was another reason I don't wear flat shoes (besides my un-model like height proportions). Rather than appear like my heroine, Carla Bruni, I had turned into the office Jack in the Box. I was dancing around the place as if I was out shaking some moves on a Saturday night after too much vodka Red Bull. If only I had this much energy when I was wearing my trainers on the treadmill (the only other time I would ever actually be wearing flats), I’d be giving Paula Radcliff a run for her that Olympic Gold.
 
Quite frankly, come the end of the day I was surprised I was still employed. I thought I was going to be told to follow the yellow brick road all the way home - and stay there, permanently.
 
So heels might not make me powerful, but for now they’ll keep me in a job. Flat shoes will surely only lead to one thing - my P45. Suffice to say they are now at the bottom of my wardrobe gathering dust, where I’m sure they will remain for a very long time.

Red shoes anyone?

Here Is The Writer : Accidental Accountant

Accidental Accountant is a twenty-something City girl parading the trading floors of investment banks, wondering everyday how she came to be here. She has been playing the corporate game for the last five years, has a passion for fashion, a fondness for partying, and a love/hate affair with City life. If you’ve ever thought you didn’t quite fit in, welcome to her world (and feel free to get in touch).

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