Dress for Duress

One of the joys of my office is the dress code. More specifically, the general lack of one, though an overall current of professionalism was always underlying this boon. Well, at least for me. Having worked in several shirt-and-tie offices, it's nice to let my neck be caressed by the gentle fingers of air conditioning. I'm not a fan of polo shirts in my day-t0-day existence, but they're a pleasant compromise between collared shirts and tshirts. This is of course balanced by slacks or corduroys if the weather permits.

An additional advantage of this whole situation is there's nobody to tell us what we can't do. I could impose my own 'Hawaiian shirt Tuesdays' if I was so tastelessly inclined. The only thing that I have done is a sort of casual Friday, which for me simply means wearing jeans. Ironically I often balance this out by wearing a button down, but since we're essentially a service industry I like to at least carry off the more young-professional look.

Lisa however hasn't ever been too keen on following the dress code. Sure she's fine most days, but jeans and a sweatshirt on a Tuesday? Not really the attire that inspires trust from your clients. Today however she crossed the line from 'business casual' to 'lazy and horrid'. That's right. You guessed it. The terrycloth tracksuit. Complete with racing stripes down the sides and 'Fabulous' written across the chest above a faux coat of arms.