Office Attire
Not only is "corporate dress" constitutionally offensive, but also pretty offensive to the body, mind and soul
One of the things that I hate most about "Corporate America" is the
b.s. outfits that you have to wear to work. Not only is "corporate
dress" constitutionally offensive, but also pretty offensive to the
body, mind and soul of everyone involved.
Take me for example. Trying to eke out an existence as a technical writer for a huge consulting firm, I am forced (YES, forced) to wear "corporate attire." Being as that the only non-thrift store business wear I could find set back my funds considerably, I was forced to use my imagination in order to come up with more than one outfit that (and here's the hard part) met both the company's requirements for "corporate attire" and my own requirements for comfort.
I am of the new-minded, cosmopolitan attitude that pantyhose of any kind are a device of torture. It's much like becoming a sausage stuffed into a disgusting casing, which undoubtedly bursts at some point in the day. I can honestly say that the few times when I've been absolutely unable to NOT wear pantyhose (is it a coincidence that my mother was present in all of those circumstances? I think NOT.) they've run. All over. To put it bluntly: they suck.
Anyway, as I was saying, trying to find a few outfits to wear to work was difficult. What ended up happening was that I found a pair of dress slacks which actually fit (I'm very short waisted - the female version of the Irish Curse), and bought them in 3 colors. At a pop, that was considerably un-thrifty. So I have these dry-clean-only (don't get me started) slacks in tan, brown and grey. Boring, but these were the colors that I figured would be easy to match with.
Also, I'm color-blind, or matching-inhibited as I sometimes prefer.
So armed with my tri-color uniforms, my usual habit is to rotate them along with various nondescript tops and sweaters. I've been able to maintain a seemingly "corporate" image thus far. Well, if you disregard the stains.
Yes, stains. Even though I'm a fairly clean person, with clean eating habits, I can't seem to avoid staining my clothes. Some days it's a tiny drop of toothpaste, other days a drop of tea. Basically I'd end up spending more in dry-cleaning than I paid for the pants if I actually did something about the stains. Which I don't. Which my boss never fails to point out.
"What is THAT?" he asks.
"Toothpaste," I answer.
As if that should suffice. And it does, but mostly because everyone is sewn up so tight in their "corporate attire" that they're too uncomfortable to discuss anything at length. Perhaps that is it. I've hit on the true purpose of office dress. To just shut everyone up. Seems like duct tape would've been a lot more effective (and cheaper).
Take me for example. Trying to eke out an existence as a technical writer for a huge consulting firm, I am forced (YES, forced) to wear "corporate attire." Being as that the only non-thrift store business wear I could find set back my funds considerably, I was forced to use my imagination in order to come up with more than one outfit that (and here's the hard part) met both the company's requirements for "corporate attire" and my own requirements for comfort.
I am of the new-minded, cosmopolitan attitude that pantyhose of any kind are a device of torture. It's much like becoming a sausage stuffed into a disgusting casing, which undoubtedly bursts at some point in the day. I can honestly say that the few times when I've been absolutely unable to NOT wear pantyhose (is it a coincidence that my mother was present in all of those circumstances? I think NOT.) they've run. All over. To put it bluntly: they suck.
Anyway, as I was saying, trying to find a few outfits to wear to work was difficult. What ended up happening was that I found a pair of dress slacks which actually fit (I'm very short waisted - the female version of the Irish Curse), and bought them in 3 colors. At a pop, that was considerably un-thrifty. So I have these dry-clean-only (don't get me started) slacks in tan, brown and grey. Boring, but these were the colors that I figured would be easy to match with.
Also, I'm color-blind, or matching-inhibited as I sometimes prefer.
So armed with my tri-color uniforms, my usual habit is to rotate them along with various nondescript tops and sweaters. I've been able to maintain a seemingly "corporate" image thus far. Well, if you disregard the stains.
Yes, stains. Even though I'm a fairly clean person, with clean eating habits, I can't seem to avoid staining my clothes. Some days it's a tiny drop of toothpaste, other days a drop of tea. Basically I'd end up spending more in dry-cleaning than I paid for the pants if I actually did something about the stains. Which I don't. Which my boss never fails to point out.
"What is THAT?" he asks.
"Toothpaste," I answer.
As if that should suffice. And it does, but mostly because everyone is sewn up so tight in their "corporate attire" that they're too uncomfortable to discuss anything at length. Perhaps that is it. I've hit on the true purpose of office dress. To just shut everyone up. Seems like duct tape would've been a lot more effective (and cheaper).