Fridays in the boondocks are relaxing and people go to work with a swagger…wearing their hip jeans, hip sports shoes and with a back pack on the shoulders, ready to zip out of the office once the clock hits 5pm!
Aaah but city folk….like a country bumpkin I am…took in the sight of city folks’ attire when they walked on the streets, like me going to work.
I did not dress down as I wanted to have a feel of what was city folk’s culture of “dress code” for the Friday.
As I did my 15 minutes walk, I saw some folks in their monkey suits, pink ties and all (pink is sooo “in” and no one seems to make fun of it that it is so “girlie”). It seems our Prime Minister Lee was advised also by his PR people to dress in pink shirts or red shirts.
I guess wearing a pink shirt it softens the mood 🙂 especially when our PM appears on telly to give an address of sorts or appears for a function.
The ladies I spotted wore jeans and plain single colored t shirts. Not the ones plastered with a cartoon character or some words that screamed ” Same Shit, Different Day” ( I have this T shirt which a friend gifted to me when he was working in Bankgkok. I used to work in the offshore business and each time I met or bumped into my expatriate colleague and I asked “how are you doing”, their tongue in cheek reply to me would be “Same Shit, Different Day” and so I came to know of this phrase, which I believed was most apt to describe the work day!
I remember wearing this T Shirt and people walked up to me and shook my hands! Ha! I felt like a celebrity of sorts but I guess they felt the same like me, except they have no courage to wear it OR, they have not been to Thailand for fab T shirts with funny slogans, including profane ones! UGH! Hilarious though as I once eyed over the heaps of T shirts on display and their funny phrases!)
Back to the ladies in the city….they wore three quarters jeans ( I call these jeans that must have shrunk in length) as it was after the knee but above the shin.
Bags they toted were still the same except some were toting back packs.
I met an avid cyclist coming out of the roads, furiously pedalling like there is no tomorrow. A Caucasian, all geared in his cycling gard of helmet, knee guards, lycra suit etc.
Our Chinese Warlords love their monkey suits. I see them and call them Men In Black. They also wear this suit to the hawker stalls to eat. Perhaps it is their culture, I am unsure…or maybe they need to feel officious?!
Although the office grapevine through Blunt Girl was jeans allowed, no collarless T Shirts – only polo Tees!
Stuffy these folks are in this office. This means my funny T shirts have no room for humour in this office. I might raise a few eyebrows as I was already chided for wearing too “casual” –
I smiled but this invisible voice screamed in my head saying, ” Hey, I am not paid a dressing allowance, neither do I see fit to dress like a Karaoke Hostess to prostitute myself” 😀
Anyways, my immediate supervisor who is a male does not dress like James Bond and it seems he has a girly tongue to gossip and comments on physical parts of women. This is a trait that I do not personally like as it can tantamount to sexual harassment in my view! More so, when he is supervising minions! 😉
Happy Friday Folks!