Career Advice For Awesome People
I loathe dress-up days.
I work in a pretty casual office setting, but some days, like when we have clients, I have to dress up.
I would rather nurse a rabid koala.
To be fair, dressing all pretty-like makes you feel snazzier, but I also feel like I’m wearing a choke collar around my waist. These shoes aren’t conducive to readying my feet for roller derby practice. All three guys in my little office are burning up and I, the lone lady, am freezing because my arms and legs are exposed. (The older I get, the more I hate showing off my legs. I’m getting the old-lady-pasty-white-veiny-legs with a quickness.)
This goes back to a conversation that I had a few weeks ago about appearance in the workplace. Now, you have to understand that there are people in my office who, like me, wear jeans and a nice shirt 99% of the time. Then, there are people who dress to the nines every single day; pencil skirts, suit jackets, the works.
I was musing on why someone would want to wear those uncomfortable clothes every day and was told, rather smugly:
“You have to dress for the career you want.”
Me: “Awesome. I have PJs in my car.”
“You said that I have to ‘dress for the career I want’ right? I want to work from home in my pajamas.”
“…That’s not what I meant.”
Well, dude, I just thought outside that goddamn box. Give me a fucking medal.
I bet that if I did show up to the office in my pajamas they’d let me work from home search for a new job. I like my job, so I guess I’ll play by the rules and wear expensive clothes that make me hate life until I make a bajillionty dollars with my blog, because that’s what happens, right? You start writing about crap and stuff and then you sell a book about crap and stuff and you quit your job and retire to Fiji?
Oh, hint, I’ve relaunched my roller derby blog, Like It Derby, because I’ve been trying to avoid posting a lot of derby stuff over here. Just, you know, keeping the two forms of crazy separate. I found this really cool theme that allows people to ask questions, which means that, you know, nobody asks questions. I know, “patience, grasshopper” and all that.
Where was I? Oh yeah, pajamas. Can you imagine working while wearing this?
It has a cape.