Yes, people, I'm wearing a tie. I have an somewhat-important meeting this afternoon.
Based on reactions around the workplace, you would think I arrived to work with a horn growing out of my forehead. I think I might have to don a tie a little more often, so it doesn't carry so much meaning for people in the future. I just want to be left alone in the morning, so it's distracting walking the "Green Mile" from the parking lot to my office.
"Oh hi, why the tie?"
"You look nice, what's the occasion?" (translation: you usually dress like a slob)
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Is there a funeral?"
"Are all of your thrift shop clothes in the wash?"
I once read somewhere that you should "dress for the job you want".
I guess I took that advice too literally, because the job I want is "retiree". Here are some friends modeling my fall collection:
Is that so wrong?
1 comment:
Hehe! I love gatherings of retired men! I can almsot smell the chewing tobacco and Old Spice.
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