So. I was at work today. The Sales Support manager - who is based out of the corporate office twenty minutes away and very rarely sees me - calls me to clarify something she said in an email regarding a display in the showroom.
"Hey, while I have you on the phone," she said, "I know that Sara is your supervisor now and she should talk to you about this, but has she spoken to you about dress code?"
"Not recently. Why?"
"Well, we were just thinking you could step it up a little, as far as looking professional."
[Pause]
"Uh...in what regard?"
"Well, when we were at the quarterly meeting - and I know everyone has their own taste, so it's nothing personal - you had this, like, chain? Hanging from your belt?"
"I don't wear belts."
"Well, it was this chain, like, hanging from your belt loop."
"You mean my keys?"
"Is THAT what that was?"
"Yeah. I don't wear them from my belt loop in the showroom, I just didn't bring my purse to the meeting."
"Oooh. Well, we were just thinking that you should step it up in the future and think about it when you're getting dressed for work."
Think about WHAT, precisely? What a half-ass conversation. She couldn't even explain what she meant when I asked her. I wear dress pants and sweaters to work. How do I "step it up" from that without switching over to business suits? And why should I when it's a business casual environment? If I didn't like my job and weren't worried about getting fired I would start wearing prom dresses to work, just to be a smart ass. "Well, I'm sure Sara will discuss it with you," she said when I pressed her for clarification. So I emailed Sara. It should be interesting to see what she says. Because seriously? Business. Casual. Come on! I dress business casual. I started wearing Chucks to work because of my ankle sprain (high heels + snow and ice = bad) but I was wearing them when I had my yearly review and no one said anything? So. Yeah.
That's about all that's happening right now. Roller Derby bout tomorrow. Team meeting tonight. That means booze, spaghetti and apparently DDR.
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"Hey, while I have you on the phone," she said, "I know that Sara is your supervisor now and she should talk to you about this, but has she spoken to you about dress code?"
"Not recently. Why?"
"Well, we were just thinking you could step it up a little, as far as looking professional."
[Pause]
"Uh...in what regard?"
"Well, when we were at the quarterly meeting - and I know everyone has their own taste, so it's nothing personal - you had this, like, chain? Hanging from your belt?"
"I don't wear belts."
"Well, it was this chain, like, hanging from your belt loop."
"You mean my keys?"
"Is THAT what that was?"
"Yeah. I don't wear them from my belt loop in the showroom, I just didn't bring my purse to the meeting."
"Oooh. Well, we were just thinking that you should step it up in the future and think about it when you're getting dressed for work."
Think about WHAT, precisely? What a half-ass conversation. She couldn't even explain what she meant when I asked her. I wear dress pants and sweaters to work. How do I "step it up" from that without switching over to business suits? And why should I when it's a business casual environment? If I didn't like my job and weren't worried about getting fired I would start wearing prom dresses to work, just to be a smart ass. "Well, I'm sure Sara will discuss it with you," she said when I pressed her for clarification. So I emailed Sara. It should be interesting to see what she says. Because seriously? Business. Casual. Come on! I dress business casual. I started wearing Chucks to work because of my ankle sprain (high heels + snow and ice = bad) but I was wearing them when I had my yearly review and no one said anything? So. Yeah.
That's about all that's happening right now. Roller Derby bout tomorrow. Team meeting tonight. That means booze, spaghetti and apparently DDR.
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What a bitch. she should have left it at that and said OK. Sara will talk to you if anything else comes up. The bitch must have sounded like a pre-recorded moron.