Hunting for Work Clothes in the City (Part 2)

Central Station Nerves

The train trip to the City was nothing to boast about, trifling to the immediate remembrance of such. Once in the City I jumped off at Central and apart from checking to see if there were any ways out, I was in pursuit of a rather hot chick but that led to nowhere as she disappeared up the country line stairs and I back to the Museum-link Platform.

I have this phobia now that doesn’t permit me to enjoy open places where I am in a standing position or in a stance where I feel uncomfortable. Walking takes some of that fear that all eyes are on me because I can wave my arms around and walk with some direction but when I am just standing, waiting for lights to turn green or something on those lines, I am uncomfortable.

How I Sit and Stand

It doesn’t help when I cross my hands in some way or lean myself against the nearest object because to me, those are signs of my weakness and I fear that people will see I’m uncomfortable. Therefore, when I do tend to stand in uncomfortable positions with the fear that everyone is watching me at some point of their venture, I tend to be fidgety, moving around by fractions in my nervousness.

However, when I am sitting down and leaning forward or crouched down with my hands on my legs I feel very much more comfortable. If I was to sit down and sit back I would feel uncomfortable because so much of my body is open to inspection including my popping out Chest (With those clothes), my arms and worst, my gut.

However, although my Abdominals have shaped up and toned down to a great size (Including the fact that I hadn’t eaten and I would have been flat and skinny) I have taught myself to slightly flex when sitting and standing.

A Shirt and a Tie

Museum was the next station I jumped off at and I was glad that the gate was open again with no one around to collect tickets. With this drama behind me now I walked out into the open streets, basking in the gilding sun as the cloaking clouds kept the warmth from me. The first place of interest I visited was ‘Paul’s clothing’ which was a shop near Planet Hollywood on George Street. Recalling that they had shirts on sale for $60 I knew that was the total price I could spend on a shirt so it was my best bet.

Prepared for a fitting I picked out a nice light blue shirt with a bit more material for the winter and asking him to pick out a tie I went to try it on. The tie was a pattern of yellow through to blue which changed luminous colors when you turned the tie. Both of them fit and looked good when on and trying not to be too fussy I decided the shirt was my best bet and told him of my plans to buy it on Monday.

Jumpers and Department Stores

Moving onto some more shops I made my way through the QVB where I stopped off again at an old and new favorite, ‘Oxford’. Spotting the same cotton jumper as the day before I decided to try it on this time around and was rather pleased with the outcome. The jumper was only $70 but later in the day I visited the first, second and third floor of David Jones. On the second floor I did notice a great looking jumper at the same price but only with a polo neck.

Therefore, the choice between which jumper to chose will be hard but I think I’ll be looking for an easier accessible jumper, the one from ‘Oxford’. David Jones was nigh the last department store I visited in which I had run out of options for pants. Making my way up to the third floor I was helped out by a guy up there and a lady who tried their best to find me pants for the price of $80 but unfortunately, it wasn’t within their range.

After fifteen minutes of searching I thanked them for their time and headed to the second floor where I checked out shirts and the jumper just explained. The assistant helping me was very frank with the shirts I had an interest in. Basically, he told me that they wouldn’t be a good buy because as he was wearing one, they wrinkled easy, the hands were too large and it wasn’t a good glossy material. Taking this all into consideration I thanked him for his time as we chatted about Helmut Lang clothing, prices, availability and then I was on my way to another desperate choice.

Finding Pants at Blue

Before heading to David Jones and after ‘Oxford’ I headed to Grace Bros., French Connection (Originally ‘Fcuk’) and a couple of other men’s clothing stores in which none of them could help me out. Some of the stores that dealt solely in suits had pants in my price range but to speak my best, they looked shit and for old people. My hope was coming to an end in regards to finding a great pair of pants for $75 but after aimlessly stumbling into a shop called ‘Blue’ within the QVB my tune quickly changed.

Being near the end of the day and running out of options I just wanted to go home and try it all again on Saturday but as I walked into this shop and asked for pants around my price range he showed me three types of pants. Upon seeing his first selection bliss had swept me up as I thought they were trendy, had a great cut, made of polyester and the best part, they were my style.

There were pants in Gas Station that had the most superior fit in which they just glided right up my leg as I put them on and hugged with such a benevolent grip that I felt like I was in heaven wearing them. However, these pants cost $189 so I knew there was no chance I would be buying them, yet. The man in ‘Blue’ showed me two pants, one plain black with a nice line and one pinstriped which had a tremendously impressive elasticity where you could bend hassle-free.

‘Blue’ was beginning to grow on my interest for creative work clothing instead of the boring old men’s clothing I am so against. I am creative, therefore, I will buy creative clothing and look aesthetic to maintain my perspective on elegance. Withal, ‘Blue’ was one of my new flavors in clothing that administered to my tastes. Now I have the experience to list the top five shops within the City that sell my type of clothes and labels.

Those being in no particular order, ‘Hound Dog’, ‘Gas Station’, ‘French Connection’, ‘Blue’ and ‘Politix’ being the main five with ‘Oxford’ also a morsel of the finer creative styles in the City. If there was a heaven, these shops would supply me for life and I don’t know how I lived life without fashion such as this.

Walking Home

Pants were now no hassle so my trip home could be realized. This gave me so much pleasure as the time was only 3:00 p.m. but believe me, it felt like I had been walking all day. Nevertheless, despite my having been constantly walking for the past couple of days my legs don’t feel too hurt or rubbery and I don’t have rashes anywhere thanks to these new clothes. An extra incentive to my smug attitude was the new issue of FHM that I had spotted in one of the shops I visited.

It was huge and full of fashion for Autumn and Winter. Hurrying to the newsagent I found it to be readily in stock and I was so eager to buy it as it was full of fashion but I must wait for my first payment to be awarded. The train trip home was as serene as most and when I had arrived in Campbelltown I decided to walk the distance home.

I was a tad cold when leaving the train but I quickly warmed up because of my fast pace and began to lightly sweat just before arriving home. The reason I was so intent on reaching my doors was because the hunger had been building up since I hadn’t eaten anything and I had a bunch of thoughts to write that were plaguing my mind of all other thought. With my slight perspiration on the way home I kept thinking “This would be burning heaps of fat calories today”.

Plans for the Night

When finally home the time was nearing 5:00 p.m. which gave me time to relax before I rang Keith to see what was happening for the night. This would have all been explained in a previous entry so I’ll spare the jargon. When all the plans were worked out and I was finally persuaded to come out I waited for twenty minutes until Ralf finally turned up with Keith. From there we headed to the Catholic Club in which we met up with Binh and Tyler for the night.

Little things kept making me all the more uncomfortable until finally I jumped up, feigned my visit to the toilet and walked out the doors of the Club. Aimlessly walking up towards Chevy’s I turned off towards the three level carpark and then to the school where I sat freezing my butt for half an hour. From there I walked home remorseful of how the night had turned out and wishing my life could be changed so that my character would be outgoing again.