"Failure is always the best way to learn", so I might as well say, I am quite pleased with an unexpected day off from my dreary, drudgery temp job. Too bad my 'learning experience' killed off all my inspiration genes, and all I do is stare at this 20" screen wondering what to do with it, amazed by the blandness of it all, contemplating the only thing next in line, should I get another cup of coffee, another cigaret, or both? It's kinda sad.

About the new Zooadventurer design (see last post), rejection is looming, postponement is imminent.

Hullo, you are right (you, as in all the others), it's a fair assumption this blog is dead. Temp job boy has taken over most of my mindset these last two months. I guess it was inevitable. Sometimes when I look at him, steelnosed in greasy jeans, boldly parading the killing fields of a dreary job (he is trying so hard), I just can't be surprised he is this big a presence; too tired, too numb, too frustrated to do anything else, least to follow his/my original (creative) plan, I only can sympathize with this poor little sod 8 to 5 victim. No wonder he rather volunteered for invisibility, cruising the streets and his whereabouts with a mask of unnoticeable uniformity.

“It is just easier for Japanese to hide,” Ms. Tsukioka said. “Making a scene would be too embarrassing.” She said her vending machine disguise was inspired by a trick used by the ancient ninja, who cloaked themselves in black blankets at night. (from the NYtimes)

That is another way to put it, shame/fear should be restrained, and never (how Zeitgeist uncool, eh?!) let out in public. Kudos.

Tags: Design, Japan

Tags: Dreams

Oh the tragedy, all it takes is one little decision and then, quelle surprise, you're stuck. So yeah I made the final leap, jumped the bandwagon, reached the bottom of my wallet, whatever mistakes you can make when you spend too much time daydreaming till it hits you, mondaymorning, 8 o'clock sharp, this guy is in working boots again, steel nose diving (yip new sturdy shoes too!) in the dready world of temp job work. Gosh, what took me so long?

Well, there is no one to blame then myself. I was stupid, a fact. Stupid, broke, stuck. Hail our glasses!

Tags: Ambition, Work

© CZ 2007

*ps. Just realized i wanted to make a remark or two, some kinda explanation of sorts, but can't seem to bother really. Next post perhaps. We'll see.

Tags: Thailand

© CZ 2007

For the last couple of days I have been visiting several temp agencies. Girls (can't help it, its a fact, f/m ratio in this brand is 99 to 1, and even the 1 is a guess still having meet one guy) in shirts and skirts (it might be fancy logo jeans, but those desk-girls never show there legs for no reason) that act as small town miss Corporate ruling the world with a look of breezy contempt ( 'Don't dare to think you are anything here boy! I break you or make you, so better be a good sweet-mouthed loser' ) always, within secs, followed with that bleak glance of boredom, as if realizing she made already a too big investment, showed too much effort, and perhaps, if lucky, someone goes as far to an effortless moment of scanning the resume ('why so many gaps?' uh...) before sinking back in the ergonomic chair with an almost hearable sigh.

What am I doing here? What happens on that computer screen when I answer those (intake) questions? Red crosses on the appropriate places? And why do all these girls talk like that french teacher at high school, resulting in the instant drop of that course the moment I was able to? Where is the interest, the acknowledgment, the helping hand? Questions that popped up in my mind - at one agency I was 8 minutes late on my second visit (first one: 'come back later, the system has crashed, bye') and all I got was "I thought you wouldn't come anymore. This is a job-interview you must know... - while examining my clothes (camouflage shorts, hat, and 'Geek Clothing' imprinted T) wondering what I would make of that, would I also yawn, even just mentally, secretly but oh so obvious?

Ok, maybe I am not fair. After all someone was impressed with the perfect layout of my resume (no words on the content, of course, and I had to offer myself a chair while the conversation took off, but hey she was right, it looked good). And yeah, 2 years of idleness, despite my splendid excuses, it's only the happy few that are impressed, and still I got offered (only once) a cup of coffee.

So what's next? Not much. The weathermen claim the end of this exceptional sunny weather as soon as next monday, so better carpe diem of what's left, not? Graveyard skies and solid shoes (first time in 2 month, amazing) splashing in puddles, watching the reflection of blue-collar me? Oh boy.

Tags: Ambition

It really seemed like a great idea, always enjoying some kinda symmetry in personal as public life, to start to apply for a temp job on May 1, Labour Day, until I realized that almost everywhere, except this country of course, it is a holiday of sorts. Cheap excuses are one thing, but seriously I ask you why go against international folklore and enjoy one more day of ignorant bliss. Also, the weather was bril again, easy choice.

*ps. Temp job boy posts will be recurring as I plan (till I get bored or feel to spaced out to care) to give full account of the dreading and, oh could it be, brio adventures of temporary work.

Tags: Ambition

"Failure is always the best way to learn", so I might as well say, I am quite pleased with an unexpected day off from my dreary, drudgery temp job. Too bad my 'learning experience' killed off all my inspiration genes, and all I do is stare at this 20" screen wondering what to do with it, amazed by the blandness of it all, contemplating the only thing next in line, should I get another cup of coffee, another cigaret, or both? It's kinda sad.

About the new Zooadventurer design (see last post), rejection is looming, postponement is imminent.