Motivation my ass (2)
Even worse are the job interviews. Or rather, some criteria of the job interviews. I don't really understand why do people dress up for job interviews. Unless they're going to apply for a job at the town's trash management department, they always dress "smartly" for the interview. Not that I ever understood what does it mean, "to dress smartly". Once I was supposed to attend a conference with dress code. "Smart casual", they said. I had no fucking idea what "smart casual" was. I knew I was a smart guy (still am), I know I was (still am) quite a casual dude, but somehow I figured me and them - the conference organization - had different meanings for the concepts "smart" and "casual", and to both concepts together, merged into one concept only, the dreaded "smart casual". Google didn't help much either. Shirt is okay? Seems that way. But what shirt? By the way, why on earth shirts are smart, when they are the most uncomfortable piece of clothing a man can wear? Anyway. Shirts are smart, it seems. What about some jeans, would they be casual? Perhaps too casual; but trousers should be too formal. So where on earth is the casual in the "smart casual"? Shit. And the sneakers? God, the sneakers. So what I did was, since it was in another country, I packed my suit, shirt and blazer and shoes and all (no one ever compromises in a suit, I guess), and the sneakers, jeans and t-shirts - and on the occasion, I would figure something out. But back to the topic: do they really hire applicants for the way they look when they go all dolled up to the fucking job interview? So I might have the most extraordinary CV ever, they're going to turn me down because the other guy before me had a fancy shirt and shoes so polished I could see myself reflected on them, while I was wearing some nice and comfy sneakers, jeans and a regular t-shirt? I know, I know, I'm a fucking idealist, appearances are everything and all that, but still: that's just silly, not to mention unfair. And not only silly and unfair: I do believe that the importance people give to clothes nowadays is the proof that our civilization is turning upside down. I mean, look at our prime minister, for God's sake: Armani suits, shop tab at the most expensive tailor shop in Los-fucking-Angeles, and yet he's the lousiest piece of shit this country has ever had in a government. Point proven, I tell you.