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andrewducker) wrote2005-01-17 09:15 pm
andrewducker) wrote2005-01-17 09:15 pm
Dreams of Clothes
My usual stress dreams (and I'm using 'usual' to mean 'most common' not 'those things from which I awake each night in a state of Poe-like terror') are fairly standard affairs - either I'm going into an exam for which I haven't actually attended any lectures (or done any revision) or I'm looking for a lecture theatre which I should really know the way to, if only I'd gone to any lectures so far this semester. The only thing which stands these dreams apart from most of the people who have them is that these were actually events in my university career, not just figments (although the university in my mind iseven more sprawling and chaotic than Stirling, an impressive achievement).
The dream last night was, however, a first for me, consisting of me being very late to work, finding myself at the _wrong_ workplace (in fact at a previous employer's offices) and then realising that I was wearing jeans and didn't have a tie. I can only assume that this was because I had problems sleeping last night and was worried I wouldn't wake up in time to make it to work (not terribly likely when small cats are demanding attention as soon as it gets light).
I can only blame the feeling of worry concerning clothes on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
green_amber who has finally managed to inculcate a (minor) sense of concern into me regarding my state of dress. My general feeling of clothes is "simpler is better" unless one is dressing up for a special occasion. They simply aren't worth worrying about unless I'm trying to make a specific impression and the impression I'm trying to make at work is usually "I'm working far too hard, leave me alone." I feel that I'm employed for my skills, talents and thoughts, and therefore should be judged on those terms only, rather than by whether I've mastered the skill of knotting a piece of cloth around my throat. In fact, I view judging people on that grounds much the same as I do work-based sexism or racism - ridiculously stupid, as you're judging one thing (aptitude at a given task) by a criteria that has nothing to do with it (number of x-chromosones, shade of skin, ability to use an iron).
I understand that those people who deal in image may wish to project one of suave sophistication and business-like efficiency, and that the average person can be made to fall for the glamour of sharp-suits and neatness, but it makes little to no impression upon me, and I find the fact that many people _do_ fall for it to be one of the more disturbing facets of mankind, akin to the debates that occurred during Clinton's first election campaign over whether Hillary Clinton's cookies were better than those of Barbara Bush, or whether John Kerry is more charismatic than George Bush - amusing distractions possibly, but not really important.
The dream last night was, however, a first for me, consisting of me being very late to work, finding myself at the _wrong_ workplace (in fact at a previous employer's offices) and then realising that I was wearing jeans and didn't have a tie. I can only assume that this was because I had problems sleeping last night and was worried I wouldn't wake up in time to make it to work (not terribly likely when small cats are demanding attention as soon as it gets light).
I can only blame the feeling of worry concerning clothes on
green_amber who has finally managed to inculcate a (minor) sense of concern into me regarding my state of dress. My general feeling of clothes is "simpler is better" unless one is dressing up for a special occasion. They simply aren't worth worrying about unless I'm trying to make a specific impression and the impression I'm trying to make at work is usually "I'm working far too hard, leave me alone." I feel that I'm employed for my skills, talents and thoughts, and therefore should be judged on those terms only, rather than by whether I've mastered the skill of knotting a piece of cloth around my throat. In fact, I view judging people on that grounds much the same as I do work-based sexism or racism - ridiculously stupid, as you're judging one thing (aptitude at a given task) by a criteria that has nothing to do with it (number of x-chromosones, shade of skin, ability to use an iron).I understand that those people who deal in image may wish to project one of suave sophistication and business-like efficiency, and that the average person can be made to fall for the glamour of sharp-suits and neatness, but it makes little to no impression upon me, and I find the fact that many people _do_ fall for it to be one of the more disturbing facets of mankind, akin to the debates that occurred during Clinton's first election campaign over whether Hillary Clinton's cookies were better than those of Barbara Bush, or whether John Kerry is more charismatic than George Bush - amusing distractions possibly, but not really important.
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This is one aspect I'm not looking forward to next summer. *If* I end up looking for a new job, I'll probably end up in an office based 'shirt and tie' environment and I think this will be a bit of a shock to the system after 4 years of homeworking. *shiver*.
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