So i got an Iphone4 a week or so back the dopest thing, well one of them, is the super sharp and clear HD camera/video camera...i was able to catch this today while i was out at lunch
It was just as strange for me then, as it was for you just now..lol
Monday, September 27, 2010
American Nights
So the idea was to have a somewhat American night, to do this we would find an American restaurant, and do other American things, it did not quite go as we had planned.
So we goggled American restaurants, and the only thing we found that was in a near proximity was Tony Roma’s…we were thinking great!...go get some ribs, and a cheeseburger, and some Cheese Sticks...basically food that our palettes were more used to. So after a frustrating trek to Tony Roma’s (thing is, no one you ask knows how to get anywhere in Sydney, and Google maps is the devil) So we sit down, so ready for the feast that we were about to train wreck into in order to indulge our carnal American desires. What ended up happening though is we sat down and ate an overpriced, undercooked, whack meal pretty much, steph's fries were cold, her sampler plate was just…mehh…my burger was just okay, It was just all around average.
A bit bummed out about our dinner spirits lowering, we decide to go to the Star casino to play the slot machines or a bit of poker, and have some fun. We get there already not really in the best of sprits, completely sober, and surrounded by drunken people having fun. (you ever been somewhere and the people having drunk fun get on your nerves cause your sober, but really your just hating cause you wish you were having drunk fun too, it was one of those situations)
Social settings (as I found out later) are a bit hard for Stephanie at the moment. The fact that alluded me, (I tend to be able to disconnect from people pretty easily) is that she does not have a social group, friends to go out with; some girls to get dressed up and done up and hit the town with.
This is relevant because we are in this huge casino, watching all of these people drunk with their friends having the time of their life, and it’s not that she wanted to be with a group of her friends, and not me...It was a little depressing because she did not have the option. I knew it was tough for her because for the first time since we have been here i actually kind of felt it too.
So both of us already in a it-is-what-it-is mood, we started playing some slots, I of course, since I have a magic stroke, won 50 dollars on a 5 cent slot machine, so we left on top, maybe about 40 dollars richer than when we came:)
Although we had only been there for about 30 minutes, we decided to leave, it just was not the same, last time we were in a casino was in Jan of this year for step’s B-day, we were in Vegas, with some of her best friends, this time we were just kind of there. So instead of getting a cab, which cost a bunch of money that we already spent to get there we decided to walk to a train station, we walk from Pyrmont to Central station, and before we get to the train we ran into this guy…at the platform signing his heart out to a red hot chilli pepper song 'otherside'.
We stayed and listened for a while, drunk groups of kids kept walking by, and signing with him, jumping in as if he was signing an Australian anthem...and it was at that point our moods shifted, besides some deeper rooted things which I touched on earlier, the night was somewhat of a bust because of how excited we were to have an American night in OZ, to do things that we were familiar with...
But as we stood there all of a sudden In the middle of Australia, in the middle of Sydney, in the middle of the central train station we were strangely ok with having an Australian night, our purist of familiar, was replaced with simply a pursuit of enjoyment…enjoying the night and enjoying the company.
The video cannot explain the moment, and the moment cannot explain the feeling.
Anyway the central train was not going to be running for the rest of the night and we ended up walking all the way home so from star casino, to Potts Point...After we got home we had some good conversation about how we were adjusting and yadda yadda, I got a better sense of how Stephanie was feeling we got some ice cream (I think) and watched TV till we went to sleep.
Our American night was a bust…but our night, our night was pretty ok.
So we goggled American restaurants, and the only thing we found that was in a near proximity was Tony Roma’s…we were thinking great!...go get some ribs, and a cheeseburger, and some Cheese Sticks...basically food that our palettes were more used to. So after a frustrating trek to Tony Roma’s (thing is, no one you ask knows how to get anywhere in Sydney, and Google maps is the devil) So we sit down, so ready for the feast that we were about to train wreck into in order to indulge our carnal American desires. What ended up happening though is we sat down and ate an overpriced, undercooked, whack meal pretty much, steph's fries were cold, her sampler plate was just…mehh…my burger was just okay, It was just all around average.
A bit bummed out about our dinner spirits lowering, we decide to go to the Star casino to play the slot machines or a bit of poker, and have some fun. We get there already not really in the best of sprits, completely sober, and surrounded by drunken people having fun. (you ever been somewhere and the people having drunk fun get on your nerves cause your sober, but really your just hating cause you wish you were having drunk fun too, it was one of those situations)
Social settings (as I found out later) are a bit hard for Stephanie at the moment. The fact that alluded me, (I tend to be able to disconnect from people pretty easily) is that she does not have a social group, friends to go out with; some girls to get dressed up and done up and hit the town with.
This is relevant because we are in this huge casino, watching all of these people drunk with their friends having the time of their life, and it’s not that she wanted to be with a group of her friends, and not me...It was a little depressing because she did not have the option. I knew it was tough for her because for the first time since we have been here i actually kind of felt it too.
So both of us already in a it-is-what-it-is mood, we started playing some slots, I of course, since I have a magic stroke, won 50 dollars on a 5 cent slot machine, so we left on top, maybe about 40 dollars richer than when we came:)
Although we had only been there for about 30 minutes, we decided to leave, it just was not the same, last time we were in a casino was in Jan of this year for step’s B-day, we were in Vegas, with some of her best friends, this time we were just kind of there. So instead of getting a cab, which cost a bunch of money that we already spent to get there we decided to walk to a train station, we walk from Pyrmont to Central station, and before we get to the train we ran into this guy…at the platform signing his heart out to a red hot chilli pepper song 'otherside'.
We stayed and listened for a while, drunk groups of kids kept walking by, and signing with him, jumping in as if he was signing an Australian anthem...and it was at that point our moods shifted, besides some deeper rooted things which I touched on earlier, the night was somewhat of a bust because of how excited we were to have an American night in OZ, to do things that we were familiar with...
But as we stood there all of a sudden In the middle of Australia, in the middle of Sydney, in the middle of the central train station we were strangely ok with having an Australian night, our purist of familiar, was replaced with simply a pursuit of enjoyment…enjoying the night and enjoying the company.
The video cannot explain the moment, and the moment cannot explain the feeling.
Anyway the central train was not going to be running for the rest of the night and we ended up walking all the way home so from star casino, to Potts Point...After we got home we had some good conversation about how we were adjusting and yadda yadda, I got a better sense of how Stephanie was feeling we got some ice cream (I think) and watched TV till we went to sleep.
Our American night was a bust…but our night, our night was pretty ok.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Random Aussie Fact
They have a brand of cheese called Coon...
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And yes, this is some tasty coon, or connery, what ever you want to call it...lol
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And yes, this is some tasty coon, or connery, what ever you want to call it...lolabout that blog
So in corporate america they do this thing where they have meetings to talk about having meetings. So i am writing a blog about writing a blog
I have a bunch of new stuff i am going to be blogging about in the next couple of days so make sure you keep checking back topics include
-my first time playing socccer (not as easy as it looks on TV)
-A fortune teller that i ran into
-An attempt to have an american night out
So please keep checking back i promise i will update!
I have a bunch of new stuff i am going to be blogging about in the next couple of days so make sure you keep checking back topics include
-my first time playing socccer (not as easy as it looks on TV)
-A fortune teller that i ran into
-An attempt to have an american night out
So please keep checking back i promise i will update!
Monday, September 20, 2010
The Brooklyn Theory
Ok so I think Bluz is the originator of this idea, or theory rather, but it is called the Brooklyn Theory
The first thing you must know is that this is not made up…what you need to understand is that this is a tried and true hypothesis that has formulated itself into an actual theory. We, the members of Rockstars on standby, (will explain later) have been testing this theory out for over 2 years and it has always yielded the same results.
The theory goes like this: No matter where in the world you are, if you get enough people in a room, someone there will be from Brooklyn.
That’s it, that’s the theory, and it is TRUE!!
This is how we began to test the theory, whenever we went on the road to gig, we would always at some point in our show, say something like “where Brooklyn at” or who in here is from Brooklyn” and every time without fail there would be someone in the building from Brooklyn.
I have done this in Miami, Detroit, LA, San Fran, Texas, Orlando, and the list goes on. I know what you’re thinking go to any major city and someone is bound to be from NY, big deal, but I have also done this in Knoxville, Modesto, Richmond, Jacksonville, Chesapeake, and a city that is so obscure I cannot even remember the name right now, it does not matter where you are someone there will be from Brooklyn, I honestly think there is someone from BK right now creating a business plan for a corner store on the moon…
So in April of 2009, we conducted one of the most important tests to date of the BK theory, we took the Brooklyn Theory international.
I was doing a show in London, I thought to myself, ok I am about to disprove the Brooklyn theory, surely no one in this small poetry club, in the basement of a bar, on the eastside of London, on a Sunday night is from Brooklyn…So I say
Anyone one here from Brooklyn, a moment of silence, I thought...I finally broke the theory, I was already trying to figure out how to break the news to Bluz, when out of nowhere, all the way from the kitchen this dude went…Buk!, Buk!...
At that moment all of the tireless nights of research, all the data gathering and analysis, all of the scientific journals, and academic criticisms…. it was all worth it, I had proven the Brooklyn theory in an entirely different country.
I was like YO…what are you doing in London?…
He shrugged his shoulders, and said simply “I’m Cooking son!”
And there you have it; the Brooklyn theory.
Bluz can go into more of the granular details but the general hypothesis is based on several factors
1. There are an inordinate amount of people in Brooklyn
2. Because just as many people hate it, there are also an inordinate amount of people that have left Brooklyn
3. Because it is somewhat of an iconic place, if you’re from anywhere in the vicinity it is popular to falsely represent….everyone knows the guy from say, Albany, who did like a two month youth program in BK when he was 12 ,and now he claims Brooklyn when he is around people that don’t know any better.
4. Because people from NY are from all over the place, so naturally people all over the place are from NY, and, because of number 3 more of those non-natives will claim Brooklyn as oppose to, say queens or Long Island.
There are some more nuisances but I will stop here.
So there you have it folks the Brooklyn theory, the reason I am writing this now is because….drum roll…you guessed it, the theory proves to be true here as well…
So here I am in Sydney, and the other day I was thinking I probably won’t be able to get any good soul food here, because of the lack of black culture. BUT after asking someone I met,
“Hey are there any soul food restaurants in Sydney” I was told these words exactly…
“Yeah there is a soul food spot here, it’s called south, the guy who runs it is from Brooklyn”
I’m thinking Get the f**k outta here, can’t be…but a quick Google search later I found it.
The restaurant is called “South” here are some items off the menu…
Blackened Fish of the Day – Crab Cakes - Smothered Chicken –Hot Wings – Ribs - Gumbo – Buktown Shrimp – Shrimp Creole – corn bread…..
Leave it to a dude from Brooklyn to move to Sydney, and open a restaurant called South! SMDH
I plan to go here real soon :)
Sunday, September 19, 2010
I whip it.
Soo umm yeah i think this song is hella fresh...Willow smith (will smiths daughter) apparently signed to Roc Nation (Jay-z's Label) which makes this even craizer....This is her first single...oh yeah and she is nine
Thursday, September 16, 2010
My New City
Here are a couple pictures from places we have visited since we have been here, there are so many interesting areas in Sydney and we have not even begun to explore all of them....I will post some more, ummm, non-dope candid pictures when i get a chance.
Sails - this is the sydney opera house during the festival of lights, kinda dope
The Rocks Tunnel
This is a piece of, i guess living art, this is near the dance studio where steph takes clases
Harbor
Bondi Beach - bondi is like the South beach of Sydney, expensinve shops, etc
Kings Cross - this is the area we are staying temporarily it is a bit dodgy, so we are trying to get out of here
Photo credits via flickr
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
I want to do Bad things to you
Watched the entire Second season of this show last week....
***Spoiler Alert - however if you as late as I am, you might as well just let me spoil it****
A few thoughts
- Lafayette, may be my favourite character on TV, hands down, period.
- It’s a damn shame what they did to that dog!! (Coming to America)
- not sure if it was the writing, but Eggs acting was kind of bad opposite of Tara, he was kind of whack in my opinion, once again it might be the writing, they had him to emotional too often, and it felt unnatural. He still should not have gotten capped at the end though.
-Jason Stackhouse is the...umm..how do I put it...he is the best stupid actor on TV, like if you take all of the actors where their character is supposed to be the ditz...Jason Stackhouse will rise to the top of the list...
Week 1 - Weekend
We are still looking for a place, we went to Rushcutters Bay to see a two bedroom apartment that was 950 a week….It was just okay, not what I would expect for 950 a week. That was the only place we looked at, as we had a meeting with the actor’s pulse, an acting school that Stephanie and I were keen on taking some classes with.
The school was nice, we were a couple minutes late, one because we never know where we are going, and no one in this freakin city knows where anything is, and two because I got into an argument with a bum on the way there.
Stephanie was kind of upset because we were late, but he was trying to bass on me in front of everyone on the street, because I bumped into his Bum girlfriend that was not watching where she was going. It was stupid but funny at the same time…
We went to see Despicable me in 3D Saturday night, we rode the train to Bondi Junction, and went to the movie theatre in the mall, ok so remember when I said it was expensive here. The tickets were 24 dollars EACH…so it was 48 dollars for the movie, and then we spent another 16 dollars on food….movie night in Sydney (if you add the train fare) = 72 dollars…Crazy…
IF you have seen the movie, best line hands down was when the minion said “Whhhhaaaattttttt”…hella funny.
So, my mom’s best friend's, son, used to live here, and he still has friends here who we got connected with. I think that’s how it worked out….anyway after communicating back and forth through e-mail she let me know that a couple of people were getting together on Sunday at centennial park café.
After a rough start, we get there and are met by about eight other people. This is Stephanie and I’s first resemblance of social interaction since we arrived, and it was WAY overdue. The individuals there (I can’t remember all of the names) were all crazy cool, we were the newest couple to have made this move, so we talked for a couple hours about getting adjusted to Sydney, and where to live and what to do, and more importantly where to shop!
We were certain that there had to be places in Sydney that were not that expensive, this unfortunately is not true but there are a couple of discount areas that we found out about. A bunch of the people there said that when they travel to the states they pack an empty suit case and fill it up when they get there. So when you see me ballin out when I come back to charlotte, I am not showing off I am making smart financial decisions :)
One couple that was the closest to our age met at VA tech, her being from Newport news, and him a foreign exchange student from Sydney, they met in school and have been together ever since. She moved here in 2005. They were hella cool….and just like that it looks like we have our first set of friends, the girls exchange numbers and make plans to go shopping on Tuesday…
So the people around the table were of mixed races, but manly black, and of course race relations came up, I don’t mean to talk so much about race on this blog, but it is very relevant, based on my past life experiences ,and my current experiences. There is such a deconstruction of the things I believed to be truism’s my global view is being expanded with each passing day.
So one of the guys at the table is a Lawyer for a firm on wall street, when we were talking about race relations, his wife told a story about when they first got to Sydney. One of the partners wife’s wanted to me her, (this was already bizarre to her because she had never experienced this in NY)
So they are planning to meet, make plans etc…on the day they were going to meet the Partners wife, was asking her questions like, so what will you have on? How will I know it’s you? Etc… After answering a couple of the questions the Harlem came out of her as she said “You know I’m black right...lol”
Her thinking was, (it does not matter what I am wearing, or where I will be standing I should not be hard to miss, I am quite sure I will be the only black person there) The Partners wife told her that her husband never mentioned what her race was, just that they were the new couple from NY. These kind of example are what I mean by race relations are different here, in the states I would bet a year’s pay that would have came up, not in a bad way or a raciest way, just as a point of reference, it seems it’s important to us in the states, it is one of the most relevant things in social interaction, it’s just not like that here…anyways I like I am boring you all with these tangents.
So we decided to check out an Asian fusion restaurant that night, we were told that Sydney does Asian fusion very well, so we went to this Malaysian fusion restaurant, and had quite possibly the best plate of Asian food we have ever had in our lives, so good in fact we went back the next day and ordered the same thing….
That was pretty much the week…umm what else, we went to a poetry slam on Tuesday, which was torture (will blog about it later) we watched the entire 2nd season of true Blood (crazy) and re-watched American Beauty, which we both decided that we could not even begin to appreciate that movie when we watched it in our teenage years. We were very right, that movie is dope on so many levels…anyway that’s it…
Thanks for reading!
The school was nice, we were a couple minutes late, one because we never know where we are going, and no one in this freakin city knows where anything is, and two because I got into an argument with a bum on the way there.
Stephanie was kind of upset because we were late, but he was trying to bass on me in front of everyone on the street, because I bumped into his Bum girlfriend that was not watching where she was going. It was stupid but funny at the same time…
We went to see Despicable me in 3D Saturday night, we rode the train to Bondi Junction, and went to the movie theatre in the mall, ok so remember when I said it was expensive here. The tickets were 24 dollars EACH…so it was 48 dollars for the movie, and then we spent another 16 dollars on food….movie night in Sydney (if you add the train fare) = 72 dollars…Crazy…
IF you have seen the movie, best line hands down was when the minion said “Whhhhaaaattttttt”…hella funny.
So, my mom’s best friend's, son, used to live here, and he still has friends here who we got connected with. I think that’s how it worked out….anyway after communicating back and forth through e-mail she let me know that a couple of people were getting together on Sunday at centennial park café.
After a rough start, we get there and are met by about eight other people. This is Stephanie and I’s first resemblance of social interaction since we arrived, and it was WAY overdue. The individuals there (I can’t remember all of the names) were all crazy cool, we were the newest couple to have made this move, so we talked for a couple hours about getting adjusted to Sydney, and where to live and what to do, and more importantly where to shop!
We were certain that there had to be places in Sydney that were not that expensive, this unfortunately is not true but there are a couple of discount areas that we found out about. A bunch of the people there said that when they travel to the states they pack an empty suit case and fill it up when they get there. So when you see me ballin out when I come back to charlotte, I am not showing off I am making smart financial decisions :)
One couple that was the closest to our age met at VA tech, her being from Newport news, and him a foreign exchange student from Sydney, they met in school and have been together ever since. She moved here in 2005. They were hella cool….and just like that it looks like we have our first set of friends, the girls exchange numbers and make plans to go shopping on Tuesday…
So the people around the table were of mixed races, but manly black, and of course race relations came up, I don’t mean to talk so much about race on this blog, but it is very relevant, based on my past life experiences ,and my current experiences. There is such a deconstruction of the things I believed to be truism’s my global view is being expanded with each passing day.
So one of the guys at the table is a Lawyer for a firm on wall street, when we were talking about race relations, his wife told a story about when they first got to Sydney. One of the partners wife’s wanted to me her, (this was already bizarre to her because she had never experienced this in NY)
So they are planning to meet, make plans etc…on the day they were going to meet the Partners wife, was asking her questions like, so what will you have on? How will I know it’s you? Etc… After answering a couple of the questions the Harlem came out of her as she said “You know I’m black right...lol”
Her thinking was, (it does not matter what I am wearing, or where I will be standing I should not be hard to miss, I am quite sure I will be the only black person there) The Partners wife told her that her husband never mentioned what her race was, just that they were the new couple from NY. These kind of example are what I mean by race relations are different here, in the states I would bet a year’s pay that would have came up, not in a bad way or a raciest way, just as a point of reference, it seems it’s important to us in the states, it is one of the most relevant things in social interaction, it’s just not like that here…anyways I like I am boring you all with these tangents.
So we decided to check out an Asian fusion restaurant that night, we were told that Sydney does Asian fusion very well, so we went to this Malaysian fusion restaurant, and had quite possibly the best plate of Asian food we have ever had in our lives, so good in fact we went back the next day and ordered the same thing….
That was pretty much the week…umm what else, we went to a poetry slam on Tuesday, which was torture (will blog about it later) we watched the entire 2nd season of true Blood (crazy) and re-watched American Beauty, which we both decided that we could not even begin to appreciate that movie when we watched it in our teenage years. We were very right, that movie is dope on so many levels…anyway that’s it…
Thanks for reading!
Week 1 - with a side of tangent
Ok so I know I was supposed to blog my first day at work, but things are kinda busy here, so I will blog my first week, I started last Monday, My manager is an older guy, from Denmark…He has been here for 20 years so he still has somewhat of an aussie accent but you can hear his thick Danish accent as well, to my right is a Chinese guy named Peter, and to my left is a Pilipino girl named Ada, who is still in Uni, but works three days a week, Both Peter and Ada are very smart, and very helpful as I begin to get adjusted. Also behind me is the most senior guy on my team, Chris….Chris is an aussie, young guy, super smart, I can tell I will learn the majority of the things I need to succeed in this role from him. Macquarie is a very fast paced company they have a very aggressive appetite for risk and expect excellence from all of its employees; in return they compensate through the roof and award you for your hard work
First day fly’s by, mixed with introductions and orientations, I had a brief meeting with my manager where he basically said, “I want you to observe where we are, and take us to the next level”…uhh no pressure…lol.
Fast forward to Wednesday, we happened to be having a town hall meeting (where the entire division meets) as I am sitting in the auditorium I notice I am the only black person in there… the only one, in my entire division. So unless someone called out sick, or had another meeting, it looks like I am the only black person in my org, structure.
I bring this up as a prelude to something I have decided that I want to dedicate part of my philanthropic efforts on. This mission, along with other things, will be to expose African Americans to life outside of what we are generally exposed to. The fact that I am the only black person in my division has nothing to do with racism, as this is not a raciest place. It’s not like we are interviewing and not getting the job, or getting passed up, or blah blah blah. You can’t “blame it on the man” here…
I am Mike the American, The guy from Wachovia…for the first time in my life I am not first defined by race, and then by other relevant criteria, I will give an example later with an amusing story from brunch on Sunday. Anywho, in the week I have been here I have already been involved with screening CV’s (resumes) for other people that are looking to join our team, and I have yet to even get a resume from a black person, it’s as if we are not competing in the global work place like our peers. I have received resumes from Indian, Asian, Caucasian, American, Dutch, Chinese, Korean, Danish, French, Arabic, British; you name it every ethnic make-up is represented except for us.
So the pressing question is why? The only theory I have at this point is exposure, (I am very open to hearing your thoughts as well) If I grow up in a house, where we travel, we take vacations, I have had my passport since I was 5, my father travelled on business, my mother spent time in other countries etc…I am more apt to have a global view of the world. I am more apt to think of working abroad as a tangible goal, and not a lofty dream.
This is at least my theory, so I am sitting in the auditorium listening to a presentation on how we plan to enter the Asian markets, and how we would like to structure our business, and I can’t help but to think these things.
First day fly’s by, mixed with introductions and orientations, I had a brief meeting with my manager where he basically said, “I want you to observe where we are, and take us to the next level”…uhh no pressure…lol.
Fast forward to Wednesday, we happened to be having a town hall meeting (where the entire division meets) as I am sitting in the auditorium I notice I am the only black person in there… the only one, in my entire division. So unless someone called out sick, or had another meeting, it looks like I am the only black person in my org, structure.
I bring this up as a prelude to something I have decided that I want to dedicate part of my philanthropic efforts on. This mission, along with other things, will be to expose African Americans to life outside of what we are generally exposed to. The fact that I am the only black person in my division has nothing to do with racism, as this is not a raciest place. It’s not like we are interviewing and not getting the job, or getting passed up, or blah blah blah. You can’t “blame it on the man” here…
I am Mike the American, The guy from Wachovia…for the first time in my life I am not first defined by race, and then by other relevant criteria, I will give an example later with an amusing story from brunch on Sunday. Anywho, in the week I have been here I have already been involved with screening CV’s (resumes) for other people that are looking to join our team, and I have yet to even get a resume from a black person, it’s as if we are not competing in the global work place like our peers. I have received resumes from Indian, Asian, Caucasian, American, Dutch, Chinese, Korean, Danish, French, Arabic, British; you name it every ethnic make-up is represented except for us.
So the pressing question is why? The only theory I have at this point is exposure, (I am very open to hearing your thoughts as well) If I grow up in a house, where we travel, we take vacations, I have had my passport since I was 5, my father travelled on business, my mother spent time in other countries etc…I am more apt to have a global view of the world. I am more apt to think of working abroad as a tangible goal, and not a lofty dream.
This is at least my theory, so I am sitting in the auditorium listening to a presentation on how we plan to enter the Asian markets, and how we would like to structure our business, and I can’t help but to think these things.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
First day
So i am in Sydney for a job opportunity....tomorrow the rubber meets the road, its my first day i will let you know how it goes...
I am not suited for this...
So everything here is expensive, like “you said how much” type of expensive. To put some perspective
Movie ticket – 21 dollars (yes 21 dollars)
Rent for a studio – 500 a week (Yes a week, I have friends with garages this size)
Socks – 10 dollars for a pair (yes I said pair)
Boxers - 2 for 34 dollars
I could go on and on…so after talking to the HR department for my new company I asked what the corporate culture was like as far as dress code, I’m thinking either slacks and a button up or polo’s and some khakis. She responds and said everyone here wears suits…yikes….i own one suit, and this one suit has become to be known as the “interview suit”
I have been wearing this one suit for about 5 years, every time I have an interview; it's worn and somewhat cheap…so I decide to go buy a suit.
Ok remember when I said things were expensive…the cheapest suit I could find was 599 dollars...Yea dollars….I was not ready for this at all, I went to about three different stores and the results were the same, and this is just the Honda of suit’s the entry level.
The company I am working for is the number one investment banking firm in Australia and, in the top tier in the world, and apparently from the people that I spoke to they take their suit game very serious.
So after passing on the suits that are the price of a small village I settle on two 600 dollar suits. I am pissed that I had to drop that much money on a suit but blessed at the same time that I can.
I plan to sleep in this thing
Movie ticket – 21 dollars (yes 21 dollars)
Rent for a studio – 500 a week (Yes a week, I have friends with garages this size)
Socks – 10 dollars for a pair (yes I said pair)
Boxers - 2 for 34 dollars
I could go on and on…so after talking to the HR department for my new company I asked what the corporate culture was like as far as dress code, I’m thinking either slacks and a button up or polo’s and some khakis. She responds and said everyone here wears suits…yikes….i own one suit, and this one suit has become to be known as the “interview suit”
I have been wearing this one suit for about 5 years, every time I have an interview; it's worn and somewhat cheap…so I decide to go buy a suit.
Ok remember when I said things were expensive…the cheapest suit I could find was 599 dollars...Yea dollars….I was not ready for this at all, I went to about three different stores and the results were the same, and this is just the Honda of suit’s the entry level.
The company I am working for is the number one investment banking firm in Australia and, in the top tier in the world, and apparently from the people that I spoke to they take their suit game very serious.
So after passing on the suits that are the price of a small village I settle on two 600 dollar suits. I am pissed that I had to drop that much money on a suit but blessed at the same time that I can.
I plan to sleep in this thing
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Isle 10 Seat D
Please dont clap
when the plane lands
As if you did not
expect it to do so,
I dont need all that
negative energy in the air
with me
-just saying
when the plane lands
As if you did not
expect it to do so,
I dont need all that
negative energy in the air
with me
-just saying
Porcelain Thoughts
I wait to open the door to the stall until I hear
the people at the sink leave the bathroom
Then I Spring out, as if I was Clark Kent
and did not want anyone to know my identity
As if there is a problem with taking a shit
once you get to the sink it does not matter
who walks in and sees you, cause you can play it off
Like you are just as offended by the Horrific
Smell seeping from the stalls behind you.
As I noticed myself doing this I wondered
Am I the only one…
the people at the sink leave the bathroom
Then I Spring out, as if I was Clark Kent
and did not want anyone to know my identity
As if there is a problem with taking a shit
once you get to the sink it does not matter
who walks in and sees you, cause you can play it off
Like you are just as offended by the Horrific
Smell seeping from the stalls behind you.
As I noticed myself doing this I wondered
Am I the only one…
Ticking noise
I think this is hella funny, for those that dont know me welcome to my sense of humor, you kinda have to know something about harry potter for it to be Super funny but its good either way, to me at least
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