S is for Sweatpants ~ April 21, 2018

Am I a rogue dress code rule breaker?  You be the judge.

In a fairly recent former life, I was a manager of people.  I had an employee who would wear sweatpants to work.  Sweatpants are NOT considered business casual.  Therefore, they are not part of the dress code and they are expressly prohibited!!  Shorts are code but sweatpants … nope.  Go figure.

You might have a mental image of workout clothes.  A little worse for the wear maybe.  But these were more track suit pristine.  Nice I tell ya.  My boss used to tell me I needed to have the conversation about dress code with said employee.  I always said I would/I did but in true confessions I never did.  Life’s too short y’all.  And who the hell cared as we were not customer facing AND she was excellent at her job. And my boss was so busy, he’d forget he told me to do something which I blatantly disobeyed.

Fast forward to last week.  I was feeling a little blah as in bloated.  TMI J-Dub.  No one wants to hear this.  Too late now, I am on a roll.  Having eaten one too many rolls of the cinnamon variety.

My clothes are not fitting like they used to.  I know what I need to do but I am not doing it.  I am at a stage of needing to buy the next size up.  Such is life.  This does not upset me.  I simply do not have the time to shop.  Ya know because I have lounging, reading and being a woman of leisure to get on with.  Oh and there is the fact that I HATE to shop.

In a very non J-Dub like move.  I … wore … sweatpants … to … work.  Yes … I … did!  Lol! Sacrebleu!  On a Wednesday too.  I thought I was going to be solo in the office anyways.  I could have worked from home that day y’all but that just makes my mood worse.  I swear I could disappear.  I probably won’t wear my sweatpants to work ever again but if I am honest, I felt fantastic.

In the freedom that comes with loose-fitting clothes, I conquered Mt. Vesuvius.  I used my webcam to call into a meeting that day where the participants could only see me in my company logo polo shirt.  I spoke up as needed; professionally and politely holding my ground.  I surprised myself actually by my firm authoritative stance.  All as my former boss, the one who used to tell me to have the sweatpants dress code talk, sat there grinning like the Cheshire Cat.  I think he thought Jilly did good!  If he only knew what I was wearing.  Ha!

As always, more to come.

This post was written as part of Blogging From A to Z April (2018) Challenge.

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