I find it completely fucking fascinating how dress codes vary amongst companies. I mean do the big chiefs sit down one day with a list of clothing in front of them and decide which items to effectively knock-off the list?!
The Ex Company was anal retentive when it came to dress codes. Seriously. They were overly anal. My poor wardrobe and my fucking bank account suffered oodles amounts of trauma when I first started there. The funniest thing is that as time went on the list of forbodden clothes grew. Casual days become an oxymoron and rather pointless all together.
The New Company, however, is the exact opposite. I fucking love it. Wear whatever the fuck your little heart desires. Be you, even if that means rocking up in a pink skirt, orange top, blue takkies and purple hair. After all, we're part of the creative industry and thus everyone is expected to be totally insane...
Must say that I don't think I will ever let the casualness of my work attire sink to that extent but I find it so comforting to know that if I wanted to come to work in my jean pant and takkies it would be totally acceptable!
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