So....I have a beef with the way people dress at work. First, let me state that I don't always wear "nice" clothes and I have been known to wear shorts to work. The place of business that I currently reside at doesn't seem to really care what you wear to work (as evidenced by the others around me for which I am speaking about) but I still feel that it's always a good idea to at least look like you care what you look like. It's a tough balance.
What amazes me most about a lot of people is how they dress not just for the interview at a place but also for their first day. If you come in for your interview...and you're wearing anything less than a suit, you're an idiot. I mean...your parents raised you wrong or you completely thought you were signing up for work at McDonalds (and even there...you should think about at least wearing a shirt and clip on tie.) It's just doesn't make sense to wear anything less than a suit, have some pride in yourself at least. The first day...maybe you dress down a little bit given the company and what your boss told you when he hired you but you don't dress down a whole lot.
Sitting where I sit, which like previously mentioned, is not in the center of the world anymore but still I catch a lot of the interviewees coming in and I get the chance to sit with them sometimes too. It constantly amazes me the things people wear and the fact their breath reeks of vile things from the previous days meals. I always carried tic-tacs with me because I always had a phobia that the interviewer would just be like...oh...wow...fish for dinner last night? I've seen it happen.
We have new people start here all the time and it amazes me what they wear in their first day too. A lot of them dress like they have been here for years, beat up jeans...t-shirt...maybe a polo if we're lucky. We're even luckier if the polo doesn't seem to have a stain on it. This new guy I have in my office today apparently borrowed his first day shirt from his grandfather because it reeks of old age. Then the little prick tried to shake my hand off when I stood up to greet him. Firm hand shakes are good...but let's not try to break my hand off bitch. The dead fish handshake is reserved for guys of different sexual orientation or want...to be a guy of a different sexual orientation. I mean seriously..if you go to shake a guys hand and he lays the dead fish on you, should you have the ability to kick him in the vagina?
I just think the dress code goes to a depressing decrease in civility. The old "you look and act like a slob, well that's how you'll be treated" credo my mother tried to instill in me at a young age should still be true today. Point is...you have to dress to a certain level at work, no matter where it is. If you're working at McDonalds and you're serving my kids their fries on the way to our skiing trip, it does in fact matter that your clip on tie is attached correctly because well...if it isn't...and it falls in my drink...and I get sick from your fungus laden articles of clothing. Then I'm going to be angry and I'm going to write about you in my blog and then you'll be shamed. Just think about it this way...dress good enough where you can feel some bit of pride when you leave the house...but not good enough that you out dress your boss. They don't like that and your yearly raise will reflect their disdain for you having a better closet than them. Trust me...I know.
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