The last time I was there I was in jeans and leather jacket and had no hassles. My lawyer mate who lives nearby rolled up at Cibo in shorts, T shirt, and leather sandles.Gozu wrote:Bully wrote:I thought burnside shopping centre was the worst. Everyone was dressed up like the queen was arriving, and I walked in there with a tank top on with running shorts and thongs, and everyone looked down on me like I was from another country. Its a wonder the management didn't try and boot me outa thereI wandered in there once too, totally under dressed for the occasion as people were sticking their noses up at me too. I lost count walking around of how many pairs of boat shoes and old ladies in their sunday bests draped in pearls I saw in there. It's like another world. A hilarious adventure.
(The dress difference was because I'd come down from the cooler hills and was staying on in the CBD into the evening.)
Oh, money I understand. After months of existing on the odd editing/copywriting freelance contract, my current uni teaching gig is a godsend. We have always managed to exist on Mr McSpaz's income but while I've been on mental health leave from my Ph.D and earning relatively nothing elsewhere, we have experienced a deal of problems and I've felt, more than once, the helplessness of not being financially independent as an individual. Now, I AM. Not only have I my Flinders teaching job, but I'm now also the copywriter for a web solutions business whose clientele includes the State govt and Adelaide Uni - so I'm in good hands when I get offered a contract these days. 
