Eastern block customer service | Friday, December 02, 2005 |
Tonight is the night of the company christmas party and unlike previous IB efforts that I've attended in the UK, there's no requirement to get monkey'ed up.
Nevertheless, a degree of effort is expected so last night we went to buy a nice new shirt as I don't really have anything smart until our stuff turns up.
Herringbone seem to be an Aussie equivilent of Thomas Pink and had a few nice bits and pieces. Unfortunately the store didn't have much of a range of their non-business shirts and neither of us fancied the trek out to a store which did.
Country Road drew a blank, so it was off to the mammoth Myer. A quick nose around and I'd got a couple to try on but we were almost foiled by the troll-like eastern european sales un-assistant. They have this policy of not wanting to take shirts out of the wrappers until your sure that the size is correct, so there is a stash of each size in a given size from whoever the manufacturer is.
It's quite confusing to want to go try a shirt on, and have it taken away to be replaced with something else, then have your sizing judgement questioned by some peroxide troll (and before you ask, we disagreed on sleeve length rather than say waist size. I guess Ogres, Trolls and the like prefer to have theirs dragging on the ground whereas I'd like to be able to eat my dinner without dragging my sleeve through it. Personal taste I suppose.)
As it turned out, the shirt that was the source of all the fuss was rejected once on. Nice colours and so on, but the finish was a little pedestrian, and only a single button cuff rather than double.
Nevertheless, a degree of effort is expected so last night we went to buy a nice new shirt as I don't really have anything smart until our stuff turns up.
Herringbone seem to be an Aussie equivilent of Thomas Pink and had a few nice bits and pieces. Unfortunately the store didn't have much of a range of their non-business shirts and neither of us fancied the trek out to a store which did.
Country Road drew a blank, so it was off to the mammoth Myer. A quick nose around and I'd got a couple to try on but we were almost foiled by the troll-like eastern european sales un-assistant. They have this policy of not wanting to take shirts out of the wrappers until your sure that the size is correct, so there is a stash of each size in a given size from whoever the manufacturer is.
It's quite confusing to want to go try a shirt on, and have it taken away to be replaced with something else, then have your sizing judgement questioned by some peroxide troll (and before you ask, we disagreed on sleeve length rather than say waist size. I guess Ogres, Trolls and the like prefer to have theirs dragging on the ground whereas I'd like to be able to eat my dinner without dragging my sleeve through it. Personal taste I suppose.)
As it turned out, the shirt that was the source of all the fuss was rejected once on. Nice colours and so on, but the finish was a little pedestrian, and only a single button cuff rather than double.
