Tuesday, April 18, 2006

i'll have a bite of that sandwich.



as promised, one of my new ones.

enjoy it alone or share it with a friend.

two weeks til travel...

Monday, April 03, 2006

tuck, tuck it in.

So, i've been working in the financial district in the Sydney CBD, down by Circular Quay for the past month. I'm temping at AMP Capital, designing all their print related material. When i first got the gig, they mentioned to me that i had to dress "smart casual". Now, my idea of smart casual consists basically of clothes with no holes in them. However, everyone else seems to be drawn to that "dress pants, white shirt, polished shoes" brand of smart casual. By my own standrards, i'm dressing bettet than i ever do in my normal life. i'm wearing collared shirts sometimes, and "nice" pants. i even went out and bought a pair of brand new, black converse all-stars, which i consider to be both neat and casual. Neat. Casual.
I've been getting funny looks in the lift, and in the lobby by the rest of the AMP population. Five weeks in, and i know i'm definelty the most under-dressed person here. The other day a guy, mid-thirties, white shirt tucked in, shoes that even Mr Sheen would be proud of, and a haircut that you could set your watch by. After travelling vertically for two or three floors, i notice he's checking me out, looking me up and down. He then says to me, "Wow, you get to wear converse". I was surprised by this, as no-one ever speaks to anyone that they don't have to deal with on a day-to-day basis, let alone me, who looks ridiciously out of place. So i say "Yeah, no-one has told me off yet, so I guess it's okay." The lift makes it's offical ding sound, announcing the 12th floor, and as i get out, I hear him mutter under his breath, using his best three-year old i aint getting any lollies voice, "Wish i could wear converse". Now i get looks all the time, and people try to work out whether i work here, whether i'm casing the joint, or if i'm going to foam at the mouth and spit all over their shiny, shiny shoes. i've finally come to the realisation that these people are actually biting back the urge to tell me off for under-dressing. It's like some weird throw back from high school where they are choking back the urge to pull me into line. It's an odd situation indeed. I'm enjoying walking around detatched from "their" ways, and just doing my own thing. I aint sweating it, and i'm certainly not tucking it all in...

ps. sorry about the lack of pictures. i'm at work, and i haven't got access to any of my artwork. i've been painting alot, so stay tuned.