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The day starts out with good intentions: I'd put on mascara, and my pointy-toed pumps that go clikety-clack down the hospital halls. By end of the day, the white coat weighted down by PDA, stethscope, books, papers, pens, cell phone, and pager feels like a potato sack on my back. My cute heels have become little torture chambers for my feet. Worst of all, I come home and realize my face has turned greasy in 13 hours and the mascara has made a panda of me!

Yes, tomorrow I go without (embellished) lashes and I wear my Dansko (funny) clogs.