Suits....oh man do I hate suits. And I'm not talking about the funky, shoulder padded ones, in fun colors...cause you know I love those. No I'm talking about the ones you have to wear when you work at a bank. With all due respect to all the women who work in banks, or other "institutions" that require you to follow a certain dress code. I recently turned down a job as a pr exec at a top notch boutique hotel, and one of the reasons for doing so were the following statement:
"You will have to wear a black suit, but since we are very flexible you can alternate with a skirt....you can even wear a high waisted one!" okay, please don't sugarcoat this for me. "Also, we prefer it if the manicure is either french or black."
Obviously, I nod in complete agreement, as I discreetly try to hide my blue colored fingernails underneath the x-mas catalogue I held in my hands. I mean, I completely understand, since every company/corporation/organization has a certain image to uphold which is reflected through their staff and employees. Especially Hotels! But come on, it's like being in school again! Being forced to conform to a certain dress code, everyone dressed in the same way, monotone, like they came right out of a factory line.
I just can't bring myself to accept a job with a restrictive dress code...here's why:
Let's make some calculations shall we?
We spend about 8 hours a day, 37 hours a week, and 148 hours a month at our workplace...
Now, a bit of psychology:
One of the main composites of our well-being, is our self-image (the way we see ourselves) which effects our self-esteem (the way we feel about ourselves) which in turn dictates every aspect of our lives.
Spending 148 hours a week dressed in a black suit is....quick frankly....to put it simply....gonna make me feel like s***! I love waking up in the morning and dressing up in colors...getting creative with my outfit, and allowing everything else (Accessories, hair...etc) to compliment it.
During that final glance at the mirror before I leave the house, I need to see someone I recognize.
Most importantly, I need to see a reflection of myself.
"You will have to wear a black suit, but since we are very flexible you can alternate with a skirt....you can even wear a high waisted one!" okay, please don't sugarcoat this for me. "Also, we prefer it if the manicure is either french or black."
Obviously, I nod in complete agreement, as I discreetly try to hide my blue colored fingernails underneath the x-mas catalogue I held in my hands. I mean, I completely understand, since every company/corporation/organization has a certain image to uphold which is reflected through their staff and employees. Especially Hotels! But come on, it's like being in school again! Being forced to conform to a certain dress code, everyone dressed in the same way, monotone, like they came right out of a factory line.
I just can't bring myself to accept a job with a restrictive dress code...here's why:
Let's make some calculations shall we?
We spend about 8 hours a day, 37 hours a week, and 148 hours a month at our workplace...
Now, a bit of psychology:
One of the main composites of our well-being, is our self-image (the way we see ourselves) which effects our self-esteem (the way we feel about ourselves) which in turn dictates every aspect of our lives.
Spending 148 hours a week dressed in a black suit is....quick frankly....to put it simply....gonna make me feel like s***! I love waking up in the morning and dressing up in colors...getting creative with my outfit, and allowing everything else (Accessories, hair...etc) to compliment it.
During that final glance at the mirror before I leave the house, I need to see someone I recognize.
Most importantly, I need to see a reflection of myself.
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Now if you seriously have no alternatives, and that pantsuit is the portal to the most successful future you could have ever imagined for yourself...then I shall sympathize with you and offer some inspiration.
Two workish outfits I love. Trade in the black pants with some orange, and the black blazer with a white one!
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| Via Stockholm Streetstyle |
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| "Oh Betsy, you look lovely dear" Let me just get that stick out of your a** |
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