You'd never know I once wore a suit to work everyday. Back in the 80's & early 90's when i worked in Marketing it was the daily uniform. Required jacket & tie. Partner was in the same situation. (Banking & IBM) We still have them. Hanging in the closet behind me just now. The fabrics are good and I've just never had the heart to discard them. Someday I may be able to figure out a way to use all that good wool and silk... I should have donated them a decade ago. Now the lapels are to wide and ties are all wrong.
When corporate standards relaxed mid 90's I felt comfortable in khakis and button down shirts. In the late 90's at 'The Evil Coffee Empire' things got even more relaxed. Jeans everyday ? who cares. Want to wear shorts and sandals ? whatever you want. Oh and there are now "wellness rooms" where you can go take a nap if you need and couches to slouch on every 100 feet. Be sure to visit the Deli we installed on your floor. You get the idea.
I got really spoiled there.
But now I think I've taken it to the next level. Now I work with a bunch a dirty guy-guy grease monkeys and Partner is the Head (but cleaner)grease monkey. Working in close proximity with these knuckle-draggers has apparently had it's effect on me.
Partner took me out to a nice lunch today to discuss the (rambled) issues I posted last night. ***God Bless anyone who slogged through that mess, but it did help me organize my thoughts*** In the middle of lunch, in a sedate, quiet restaurant I broke loose with a very (Ahem, VERY) loud belch. Everybody looked. Yeah, I'm proud.
There's no way I'm going to be able to nudge these guys to better social skills. I haven't a clue how to stop them from rubbing off on me. Doom.
Help Me Miss Manners.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
I've gone feral
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Look at it this way...in Japan you would have paid the host a very large compliment. (you have to see the positive in every incident). I'm kinda good at this.
Sleep well ~
Well I'm pretty much the last person to be helping people with their social graces since I basically don't have any. Oh I guess I can hold it together for a while and not embarrass anyone. But the clock is always ticking.
I burp in my office. I know it is not very lady like but it needs to go somewhere and out is the right place in my mind.
I say excuse me but um, I tend not to hold them in.
Well, being the only female in the house, other then my cats, I have to create manners where there are none. We work hard at it, but everyone loves when mom lets loose with a good burp. Hey, if you can't beat em, join em, right?
This post made me laugh--I can totally relate! I have gone from suits at work every day to jeans and sneakers, with my day to day at work - I never know where I might end up, and heels and a skirt in the service department looks completely stupid. Anymore, that's all I wear. Now that I am facing employment elsewhere, I am already dreading the daily "dress up". I am too old to shove my feet into those three inch torture devices and who knows if I can still sit with my knees together?
Most the the people I work with are men, for me, a burp would be nothing. It's the burps out of the other end that cause me to tell 'em to knock it off!
Have a better day today. :)
Thank god I never had to wear suits, but I remember panty hose in the 150% humidity of a Houston summer. I'm glad those days are long gone. It's jeans, sneakers and fleece for me, 99% of the time, unless a customer happens to be coming in for a visit. In which case I blow the dust off my slacks and blouses. You'll never catch me in a dress.
Bradley, I can't believe you burped in public! For shame! teehee...
not bad manners, just good food-- right???
ps--- i trained myself to burp on command...and very very loudly mind you... just because my mother was overly disgusted by it-- :))
i made her soooo proud.
well... if ya can't please em... piss em off... i say.
OMG that is too funny! I also burp extremely loud so I've gotten to where when I do I automatically say Oh honey, say excuse me.....it only fails when I realize he's not with me........
My traitor of a computer keeps kicking me off after I comment. This is my last try. :(
I'm not a burper. As in never ever. It just doesn't happen. Weird?
I wear my trusty clogs every day. Black polyester slacks. Black top and black apron. Slimming. No stress. Other days? Substitute jeans for the slacks and lose the apron. I'm a casual kind of girl.
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