I had the first film shoot. Whole lot of old people. And people who looked like psych ward out-patients. But then again- what kind of people have 3 hours to spare in the middle of the day? It's something I've noticed over and over again as I'm trying to run errands these days. The shops, the post office, the banks... All awash with weirdos. And to make matters worse- now I'm officially one of those losers. Yet another reason to find a job and get off the streets! Fingers crossed- a job has just opened at my favourite NGO that I've been volunteering in for years... AND their office is located 2 minutes from where I live- is that perfect or what?
The dress code for the shoot was business attire. And what did I see? Crumpled shirts paired with ill-fitting miniskirts. Greasy hair paired with Converses.
And my- those old people cough a lot. And those outpatients smell even worse than the old people. I was sat next to a fat guy who refused to remove his fleece jacket and smelled of shit. No, seriously. Yes, poo. Feces. Excrement.
The shoot (along with all those trips to the opera) just confirmed my belief: The world needs dress codes- even with one people consistently get it soooo wrong. Maybe that's where my fascination with period drama lies- back then people still adhered to that kind of rules. I'm thinking of quitting culture simply because I don't think I can take another evening of watching those people. What kind of people think scruffy jeans and trainers are the suitable attire for night at the opera? Or a shopper tote the acceptable accessory?
People these days just don't know how to dress. Or... is it that they just can't be arsed? I don't get that- it's sooooooooooooooooo much fun!
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