Necessitating emergency lunchtime bandage purchases

Pretty shoes lie. They look at you, all cute and pretty, with their little flower-shaped cutouts and their clunky soles, and they bat their metaphorical shoe-eyelashes. Then you buy them and wear them to work and in the time it takes to walk two blocks to the LRT station, they've worn several layers of skin off in an area the size of a quarter. Why are the prettiest shoes always the cruelest?

Also, since this post is already labeled "mysteries," a little taste of my work-life: How, how, HOW do you convert MARC records into Dublin Core so they can be imported into DSPace? HOW? (If you want to know what all that means, just ask Wikipedia, 'cause I got no patience for your ignorance, internets.)