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lordshipmayhem) wrote2009-04-13 09:32 pm
lordshipmayhem) wrote2009-04-13 09:32 pm
Work and wear
First, the good news: my client's client, a property management firm, liked my work for them so much, they hired me. Well, it becomes official after I get 1,000 hours. I'm closing in on the 800 mark, so in about six weeks or less, I'll be full-time, with nice pay and nice benefits - and immediate benefits at that, with no waiting period. And they've guaranteed me that I'll be off for Anime North.
They've transferred me to a solo slot at a shopping mall, doing the accounting on both that mall and an office tower located in Calgary. It's only a physical location change: I've been involved in both properties since November, off and on. That transfer happened today, and went reasonably smoothly. Wish me luck.
Over the past year I had no confidence in my cash flow to invest in my somewhat tattered wardrobe, worried that the money would be needed to pay for condo fees and food instead of shirts and ties. Now I have both the cash and the crying need, so today I went out and spent a ton of money on:
- Three dress pants
- Two jackets
- Six dress shirts
- Ties
- Casual but classy shoes
Now, I hate - no, despise - buying clothes. You go out, spend several hundred dollars on a new suit or two, and leave the store with your wallet lighter and your arms empty - or at least not quite as full as they should be, as the suits and dress pants all need to be tailored. This lack of connection between cash out and product in tends to lead to an experience for men that sucks big time. I go back on Friday to pick up the pants.
But, the deed is done. I'll be going back next month to fill in the holes in the wardrobe. I need some quality casual shirts, another pair of blue jeans and a couple of pairs of Dockers. I need sneakers. Half my T-shirts are better used as dust cloths.
As I smell the burning plastic of my credit card, I have to contemplate how much easier it would be if we lived in a nudist world: cheaper, both for acquisition and for maintenance.
They've transferred me to a solo slot at a shopping mall, doing the accounting on both that mall and an office tower located in Calgary. It's only a physical location change: I've been involved in both properties since November, off and on. That transfer happened today, and went reasonably smoothly. Wish me luck.
Over the past year I had no confidence in my cash flow to invest in my somewhat tattered wardrobe, worried that the money would be needed to pay for condo fees and food instead of shirts and ties. Now I have both the cash and the crying need, so today I went out and spent a ton of money on:
- Three dress pants
- Two jackets
- Six dress shirts
- Ties
- Casual but classy shoes
Now, I hate - no, despise - buying clothes. You go out, spend several hundred dollars on a new suit or two, and leave the store with your wallet lighter and your arms empty - or at least not quite as full as they should be, as the suits and dress pants all need to be tailored. This lack of connection between cash out and product in tends to lead to an experience for men that sucks big time. I go back on Friday to pick up the pants.
But, the deed is done. I'll be going back next month to fill in the holes in the wardrobe. I need some quality casual shirts, another pair of blue jeans and a couple of pairs of Dockers. I need sneakers. Half my T-shirts are better used as dust cloths.
As I smell the burning plastic of my credit card, I have to contemplate how much easier it would be if we lived in a nudist world: cheaper, both for acquisition and for maintenance.
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