My job has many perks. Carrying 14kg of equipment to work every day isn’t one of them. I know my gear weighs 14kg because I have an argument with Cathay Pacific every time I travel for work about how far you can stretch the hand luggage restriction of 5kg. I say nearly tripling it is quite negligible; they generally don’t agree.
After years of dragging around a cheap purple roll-along case I got at Kmart when I was still a student, earlier this year I forked out for this lovely Samsonite joint.
I really love it because it matches my handbag, and also my dog. (Handbag for colour-matching purposes). (Dog for scale, not colour-matching, purposes. But GOOD MATCH, right?)
While it’s true I do appreciate having a luxe case now, my irrepressible parsimony/dodginess cannot be denied and I still pad the whole situation with a bit of closed-cell foam from Clark Rubber, ripped into kind of a rectangle shape.
Here’s all the stuff I manage to pack inside. The only way to pack it so that it all fits is by meditating oneself into the mindset of playing Tetris on speed. Because really this much stuff shouldn’t fit into an overnight bag.
Pictured clockwise from top left: realtime cables (serial to USB, whoo!), steno machine, tripod, laptop, power supply for laptop, pencil case filled with small tools/invoice book/headphone adaptors etc., backup recording devices, USB stick with friendly owl decal, essential tripod tilting mechanism (seriously I can write on any steno machine with that thing, and none without it), US$4,000 dongle that allows my software to work, screwdriver to adjust steno machine, headphones, lubricating oils, and a few more cables and power supplies.
What the cables usually look like when I unpack them at work. Speed-addled Tetris players aren’t known for their cord-winding techniques I guess.
A closer view to show
that I finally learned how to use the macro setting on the camera some of the small and odd gadgetry I use.
One of the highlights is this syringe full of wheel grease, because my steno machine is pretty much from the same era when nightmen still came to collect buckets of poo from outside dunnies i.e. it needs regular oiling of its mechanical parts. I also use to threaten long-winded, fast-speaking counsel. Sharp, messy AND toxic!
And lastly, my tube of “Stenolube”, which I never use for any purpose whatsoever.
What’s in your handbag?
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