Ended up catching a cab to work because if I didn't I would've been an hour late (ended up being 20 minutes late). So, $17.75 (plus tip) later, I arrive at work just to catch the glimpse of a co-worker disappearing in the distance to buy the company-paid-for, steel-toe shoes.

I madly stumble after only to end up in the depths of the warehouse/workshops/storage area of the Science Centre. Finally, I manage to find the truck these shoes are being sold out of. Upon walking in, the shoe salesman looks down at my own shoes — Doc's — and says, "I know what kinda of shows your gettin'."

I want to show him up, and buy the steel-toed running-shoes, the steel-toed dress shoes, or maybe even the cowboy boots with steel toes. Or, I think, I could get the steel-toed construction boots. However, like he predicts, I end up with the Doc shoes (the ten-hole boots being sold-out) with a little CSA tag on the side.

Yesiree, somehow I still find myself wearing Doc's after buying my first pair ten years ago this month in NYC. This time, however, the bill was picked up by a company I'm not even sure I'll be working with in a month.

Gotta love new economy employment.

Update on Wednesday's entry: No lay-offs were announced at Quebecor by Hugues Simard on his tour of its Toronto holdings but analysts and employees are still waiting for the other shoe.