Off to Bangkok again for another round of interviews for she who must be obeyed. We have lost count of the number of people she has been required to meet; but yesterday took her fairly close to the top of the management tree, so hopefully we are nearing the end and a job offer will be forthcoming soon.
I would like to think she benefited from my interview advice, which was: don’t get pissed during the interview; but apparently that option never arose. I based this advice on the interview for my job in Bangkok. I met with my potential future boss in an Irish bar in the Hague and the first pint of the interview went very well. By the third Guinness we were both talking bollocks and I suspect I only got the job because he couldn’t remember anything the following morning. A job in Bangkok was highly prized, especially compared to some of the alternatives (Lagos, Sakhalin Island, Lowestoft) and my peers were somewhat miffed that I had got the job merely by turning up and drinking too much. They were even more miffed five years later when my final task was to transfer the company to a new owner, thereby eliminating my job and any chance of a Bangkok assignment. Never mind, I understand Lagos is still an option.
While she who must be obeyed was not getting pissed, I amused myself by going to AV Camera to have the sensor of my GF1 cleaned. After nearly two years and countless lens swaps, the level of crap on the sensor had exceeded the camera’s ability to clean it; so I spent 150 baht to have it cleaned manually.
AV Camera is a treasure trove of stuff I don’t need but desperately want, and it took considerable willpower not to lash out on a G3 and/or a new Olympus lens. But I had to buy something (or so I told myself), and came away with a new strap for my Fuji X100.
The original Fuji strap was adequate, if a little thin; whereas this is a chunky piece of leather. She who must be obeyed admired my sense of style in matching the red stitching on the case. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I hadn’t noticed. On the downside, she said that the leather smelled like buffalo and that it looked a little gay; there’s just no pleasing some people.
I think that’s the final piece of bling for the X100. Unless I can find some Hello Kitty stickers that would fit over the viewfinder.