Fun pants - all is much better now.
Trip Start Nov 27, 2009
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I had a secret pleasure at work that no one could ruin. I had fun pants. Not American definition pants, British pants. No one could ruin it because no one knew I had them. On really crap days I would be slightly cheered by remembering I was wearing them or seeing them in, well, you know where. There was nothing special about the pants other than they were the patterned ones in a multipack with maybe stars or stripes on them rather than plain undies. I'd wear them on days that I knew were going to be particularly horrible or sometimes they were just first out of the drawer. But many days they were the best thing about my work day.
And after two and a half years voluntarily out of employment, my fun pants are wearing out. I get no real joy from wearing them anymore. That's not because they have miraculously lost their pattern, it is because I'm focussing more on what I want from life rather than chasing the next pay rise. I'm now happily unemployed whilst the savings hold out. Of course when I had a proper job, I could have replaced my pants when they got holey. Since travelling, I've repaired many of my undies and other clothes several times to make them last longer. I guess the truth is that I'd rather have holes in my knickers than go back to that old style of job - I never want to need fun pants again.