What’s the point of suits anyway?
I wonder who decided that interviews mandate wearing suits. It’s a pity, for me they should be reserved for wedding ceremonies. And when people went on to wedding parties they should be offered to dress up. Or dress normal. Whatever doesn’t involve a suit.

The thing is, now I’m a free commodity in the job market. That means I’m proudly unemployed. I guess I need to get myself a new suit. And probably a new shirt and maybe even shoes? Because you know, that’s how my coding skills get assessed? And still, nothing makes me feel sillier than being the best dressed person in the room, right? There was this time I even was interviewed by a guy bare foot, and the worst part is that I couldn’t do the same. The look on people’s faces would’ve been amazing though.

My usual trousers will never care if I won or lost a kilo, they only care whether they’re clean. But my suit’s trousers are a different game.
- Hey
- Heya. Long time no see.
- Yep. How’s things going?
- Same old. A little bit of dust, no big deal. Oh, it’s a little dark here in the closet, you should have a brighter lamp here.
- I know, I know.
- So what’s new? I guess you’ve been happy in your job for a while now, right? Last time I saw you was like 2 years ago.
- Well… it’s been tough for a couple of months. But happy to take you for a walk these days.
- What do you mean? Have you been to interviews without me???
- Sort of.
- Wha-what? Why?
- So… the thing is… I got… fat. It’s not you, it’s me.
- Wait! I can be altered. We can work this through!
- Sorry mate. I got tooo fat.
Long live phone interviews. Longer live home working.

