I am about four months into my new job, and I am loving it. It isn’t perfect, and that’s OK. It is fun, and they are accepting of someone learning (even though they’d like me to know everything).
One of the things I like about it is the casual dress code. Jeans are the order of the day, and in the summer, some people wear shorts. T-shirts are acceptable, though I tend to wear polo shirts or short-sleeve button-up shirts.
Then there’s footwear.
I have seen (and heard) flip-flops. There’s something strange about hearing that thwack-thwack-thwack as you’re trying to concentrate and solve a technical problem. I don’t wear flip-flops.
Sometimes I slip on my loafers, purchased at Goodwill and permanently tied.
But what I like wearing best are my sneakers I bought on Thursday evening, August 23 – after my fourth day at work. My previous sneakers were years old – six? Eight? They were stiff, not nice to wear. These sneakers were my new-job gift to myself.
They are called black/green, but I have seen them other places called “Acidic Green”. I’m enough of a kid that I like that name better.
The shoes are very light, coming in at 7 ounces (that’s for the pair, not per shoe). My feet almost fly.
The Sound of Summer Running. Ray Bradbury, by way of Reebok.