Wallets.. Oh yeah, that thing you put everything from money and cards, photos of family, to last years GP Karting receipt and and your Kencell line’s PUK Number.
“But Kagz, Kencell doesn’t exist anymore.” EXACTLY, nephew!
I can’t quite count the number of times I’ve seen an acquaintance of mine reach into their pocket and emerged with a tattered excuse of a wallet. A wallet so old it would tell tales of the 1982 coup attempt; with frayed stitches and all, clinging on to dear life. One of those tri-fold wallets that make a guy look like he had a botched butt implant when it’s in their back pocket. The ones that you can feel wedged between you and your “sina taabu” mahogany bar stool. You know the ones I’m talking about.
What we are expected to wear at the workplace has evolved from to more business-casual with the work place uniform being a button-up shirt with khakis or suit bottoms and depending on the weather, a sweater or blazer thrown on top. But even if this is how you dress on a normal work-day, chances are you’ll have to dress up for your career making pitch at the boardroom.
Haiya, this blog still exists?
What’s the first thing that comes to your mind when you see a double breasted suit? Well, personally, I think of a Danny Devito-esque Mafia boss, Colin Firth in the Kingsman, or a wall-street investment analyst.
That is the question!
Now, I want to believe I’m a rebel. Though the craziest I’d get is to write such a title for my blog that doesn’t really make sense, but makes a darn good pun based on the content for this post.