Friday, July 17, 2009

Brown to Town

Another run in with the boss today. Actually it was quite a while ago but I want write about it - I suspect it would lack gravitas if I was to write, "Another run in with the boss several weeks ago".
In any case, I am rambling again. Back to my boss.

Approximately 2 years ago my boss informed me that it was inappropriate to wear brown shoes with a suit, as I was accustomed to, and that he was willing to pay for half of a pair of new black lace-ups if I was prepared to make the purchase.

Now, you must understand two things:

Firstly, I am a great believer in extracting as much value from the workplace as possible. My employer, as most employers, believes that the blood of the workers lubricates the machinery of capitalism. Any opportunity in separating my boss from his money will be pursued with earnest.
Secondly, I am not a fan of black shoes with suits. I feel that there are other more suitable colours to be worn with navy, grey or charcoal suits. Black suits obviously are the exception, however these are too funereal for the workplace.
Thirdly, my boss is not the exemplification of sartorial splendour. He comes from farming stock somewhere in Iowa. Not to cast aspersions on the fashion habits of Iowans, but we're talking more John Deere than Tom Ford.

I purchased a pair of expensive black shoes and duly claimed my 50% co-contribution from my boss, to the bemusement of many.

Unfortunately a condition had been attached to the 50% contribution - if my boss caught me wearing my brown shoes again, a fine of A$10 was to be levied as 'No brown in Town' duty.

Triumphant, after receiving the contribution, I hastily agreed.

With hindsight, I'm not sure why agreed to the entire arrangement. Yes, I ended up with a heavily discounted pair of new shoes, but a pair of shoes in a colour that offended me, and that I was financially obligated to wear to work. My extensive collection of brown shoes were falling into a state of dereliction.

This was my last fine - I have now repaid the entire amount originally contributed by my boss, and perhaps could lay claim to being a part owner of the new pair of overalls he insists on wearing on dress down Fridays.

With black shoes of course.

Monday, July 13, 2009

It was the best of times...

I have been updating my reading list of late, and have consequently been thinking about my favourite books.
One common theme amongst them has been an imaginative or thought provoking opening line or opening paragraph.
Examples:

"The day went by just as days go by. I killed it in accordance with my primitive and withdrawn way of life." -Harry Haller, 'Der Steppenwolf'; Hermann Hesse

"Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday. I can't be sure." -Meursault, 'L'Etranger'; Albert Camus

"The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel." 'Neuromancer'; William Gibson

"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins." -Humbert Humbert, 'Lolita'; Vadimir Nabokov

I fear that any attempt of mine to write some sort of tale will be thwarted at the first hurdle - how do you come up with a great opening?
Any suggestions greatly appreciated...

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Childish things

Ah, to be young again! The sense of wonderment and awe arising from the simplest of things!
At my age (north of 30...) sources of elation are few and far between.
Looking after my god-daughter and her brother, I was reminded of when I was but a lad, those many years ago. I distinctly remember the excitement created from something as simple as a large empty room.
What is it about large empty spaces that make children want to run around?
What other childhood pleasures fade as one becomes an adult?
Why must one "put away childish things"?

Bye for now - I'm off to buy some Lego.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Sandwiches

For those wondering at the title, it is a reference to my favourite sandwich. Those of you unfamiliar with such a sandwich can find much information here:

http://www.rowlandweb.com/reuben/

Reviews of various purveyors of said sandwich are also included - if anyone has anything to contribute from Australia, let me know!

Friends, Romans, sandwiches

Greetings and salutations - I hope this post finds you well.
Perhaps, like myself, you are new to this new online world of web-logging, (or blogging as I am told is the online parlance). Those that are fellow bloggers no doubt have found themselves, as I have, wondering what to do with that first blog. I will keep mine simple.
I make no claims as to the value of reading any of the forthcoming drivel which no doubt will spew forth in the coming months. Am I mixing metaphors already? Should that rather be 'dribble forth'? Does anyone even care?
I digress. Welcome to you all and welcome to my world.