In honour of quitting my first post-grad job, I'd like to commemorate my favourite memory and outfit of the whole experience:
Yep, that is a pair of coveralls, appropriately named "Spare", rolled up on the sleeves ever so precisely to give me optimal coverage and dexterity, blue suede steel-toed boots, protective eye-wear OVER TOP of glasses, and an NOV hard hard, slightly a kilter to add a touch of whimsy to the entire ensemble.
This outfit was pretty comfy, and I have to admit trying to "work it". Not that the drill strings I was assembling would have cared either way. The week I wore this, I was in Nisku, learning how to assemble the tools I was supposed to eventually provide customer support for. This never really happened since I found a more suitable job, but I did appreciate all the little engineer-y tools that I got to work with. It is clear how much of the assembly could be done manually, but over the years, someone has realized that with a simple mechanical addition, things could be more automated and thus more standardized and less likely to be faulty. I had a great appreciation for the design process. Is this how fashion designers think? Sure, these pants will serve the same purpose, but a new design will just brilliantly accentuate something something or function something somehow. Who knows. Probably designers.
