Think its time for me to do the bi-annual job switch. This place is boring me now. As office jobs go it’s quite nice, people are ok and the work is bearable. Basically, the job hasn’t any good features, but a distinct lack of truly bad ones too.
Until now.
One highlight of the job was the dress code, casual with trainers allowed. This made up for the jobs other shortcomings.
But now the powers that be have deemed it unsuitable for a bunch of temps who never see anyone in the outside world to have to wear smart clothes. I don’t understand this fascination with shirts and ties. Admittedly in the 1950′s Mary Poppins type era all men wore a full suit and bowler hat. But with feminism and social and cultural changes the shirt and tie now seems rather redundant. It’s a curious item of clothing in that if you have and expensive shirt and tie and know how to tie it well in a triple Windsor backflip then you will look unbelievably smart, but if, like myself there is a distinct unwillingness to spend money on clothes when one is TOLD TO, the smart clothes can make one look far worse than the previous casual attire.
I am currently wearing a pair of suit trousers from a suit I bought in 1998. years of wallet/phone/money holding for the pockets have left the line of suit sagging irreprehensibly, almost billowing out in a biggles style.
The shoes I am wearing are brogues from Camden market I bought about two years ago, they are a bit too small and hurt, they also narrow at the toe causing my with the effect of billowy trousers and small shoes it doe look as though my feet aren’t big enough to support the balance of my body and I’m forever in danger of toppling over.
I’m not proud of the look, it does make me feel a bit depressed. It’s a huge irony that in my casual clothes I look quite smart. But in my smart clothes I look like the kind of school boy who doesn’t wash and can’t do up his laces (though my laces are always tied – I can do a double knot)
I could fork out money I don’t have on new clothes. But like bills and other payments I have an extraordinary reluctance to spend my own money on things for me when I am told I have to pay for them.
But back on the jobhunt merrygoround… think I need to do something different – maybe a lion tamer or something.