bobo-gal
bobo-gal is a Sydney-based bourgeoisie-bohemian masquerading as a corporate suit in financial services for the last 12 years. She has been constantly dreaming of having a flea market stall selling crafts and baked goods, and trawling auction houses for vintage furniture to re-sell to city workers with too much money and too little time. However, with her imminent departure from her job in the city, she might soon be just bo-gal, having to drop the bourgeoisie portion of her name as she dabbles in reupholstering chairs.
Mind & Body
Retrenched? Save Money, Save Yourself
When my last day of gainful employment was looming large, the Boy pronounced that people who are not working tend to spend more money than people who are employed. They have more free time on their hands and have to occupy themselves, and in turn, spend more money doing that. more >>
Mind & Body
Unemployed? Cash Is On The Way
The market is picking up. That's the common refrain I've been hearing from recruiters for the last four months or so. Well, I, for one, do not think it is really picking up because it hasn't translated into more interviews, let alone job offers, for me. more >>
Sound Off
Homemaking, Jobhunting Lady of Leisure
Many people define themselves by the jobs they do. Their work-self forms the major part of their being, and once stripped of this identify, they find it difficult to define themselves in some other way. more >>
Sound Off
When It's Time to Be Your Own Boss
I can bet my next pay cheque (whenever that is coming) that there comes a time in life where everybody toys with the idea of working for oneself instead of for someone else. more >>
Mind & Body
The Recession Diet
Three weeks of feasting on delicious (read: fattening, carb-laden, coconut milk-based) food in Singapore and Penang contributed two kilos of excess body baggage upon my return. This is not a surprise, nor is it unexpected. more >>
Mind & Body
Walk in My Redundant Shoes
We are having a wet winter in Sydney. Today I braved the elements to make the hike into the city for my yoga class. We used to live in an inner-city neighbourhood and I walked everywhere. No one who lives in the inner-city really needs a car, and besides, where would you park it? more >>
