Monday, 13 August 2007

Suit

One job interview later, and the first in two years... didn't make a fool of myself, good eye contact, but not quite my line, so I'd give it 3-1 against.

Being one of the first interviewees in a process that lasts all week is not the best position. Better the day before the last, so that I am fresh in the mind at decision time, and have hopefully been followed by at least one completely duff candidate.

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The saturnine bloke who hands out the Visitors pass which I have to wear round my neck, which clashes with my tie and looks silly.

The notices everywhere - do not do X. Remember always to do Y.

Employees desked in clusters of four separated by tiny clapboard partitions.

The faint scent of carpet cleaner.

Paper coffee cups, paper papers.

The lumpy woman who is wearing completely the wrong clothes for her frame. Male paunches.

The suits.

A world that I really really do not want to go back to.

9 comments:

Wickedred said...

Good luck to you with the interview... Everybody has to put on a suit every once and a while...

Wickedred said...

And what, praytell, is that a picture of?

x said...

Indeed, where are the matching yellow flippers?

I hate suits too, had to wear a suit last week to a wedding. Weddings are even more loathsome than interviews.

x said...

I was assuming you meant the first picture as EVERYBODY knows what the second picture is. Anyway, I think the first picture is Mr C's idea of a suit.

Mad Dog said...

Good luck (if you really want the position)...

Chertiozhnik said...

As the blurb says...

"In Felt Suit (1970), a multiple of sewn felt, Beuys plays with the idea of felt as a protective, magical material. This felt suit is no ordinary suit, it is contemporary armor made out of humble cloth. It is also no ordinary suit since it is not a suit at all--it is art. An empty shell, without the human presence, this suit nevertheless vibrates with meaning and power. It is not a suit--it is an idea."

Chertiozhnik said...

Totally interesting fact... Beuys' Stuka crashed in the Crimea in 1944, and Tartar tribesmen saved his life by wrapping him in animal fat and felt.

Wickedred said...

Wrapped in animal fat and felt? That's how I spend my typical Saturday. Who knew it was so useful?

Chertiozhnik said...

For me, fat'n'felt isn't just a Saturday thing. I live the life.