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Here at Chisanbop, I wear a tie.
Aug. 19th, 2008 10:08 amThe singular aspect of my new job at Chisanbop, Inc. is that the office here is some kinda throwback-to-Mad Men place where all the men wear ties. In this day and age! Whoda thunk it. For the time being, it's ok; I mean, I don't hate wearing ties like some folk do. I'm kinda proud of my collection of non-repeating-pattern ties (thanks, in part, to the newly minted LJ user ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oneof3) and also of the mix'n'match interaction (lack of Garanimals tags notwithstanding) between my ties and all my very cleverly coloured shirts.
But yikes, the VIBE. These folk seriously came out of some school of thought that believes a growed-up, successful office means scary-static eunuchforms. It apparently also means bidding on everything and losing 90 percent of the time. Both of which propositions are plum idiotic.
I'm testing the waters re LJ. We'll see if they really do check up on where I've been. Meanwhile I shall keep workday posts really brief. That hurts, you know. It does. It does.
oneof3) and also of the mix'n'match interaction (lack of Garanimals tags notwithstanding) between my ties and all my very cleverly coloured shirts.But yikes, the VIBE. These folk seriously came out of some school of thought that believes a growed-up, successful office means scary-static eunuchforms. It apparently also means bidding on everything and losing 90 percent of the time. Both of which propositions are plum idiotic.
I'm testing the waters re LJ. We'll see if they really do check up on where I've been. Meanwhile I shall keep workday posts really brief. That hurts, you know. It does. It does.
