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When I worked at the design agency I had a really hard time finding outfits to wear.
When I went for my interview, I went in 4 inch heel Mary Janes, a skin-tight pencil skirt, black lace camisole and black blazer. I had my lip pierced with a small spike through it and the underside of my hair was pillar box red.
Basically I was trying to show them what they'd be getting full time. They didn't seem to mind about the tattoos either, and apparently would accommodate more discreet wearing of the lip stud, so I got a caviar ball for it.
Imagine my disgust after I signed the contract... when I was told that the lip stud, hair and tattoos were unacceptable!
The boys and girls in the office loved my quirky outfits, I was a bit punk, a bit Kate Nash, no problem with the clients, they always asked about my tattoos.
First thing to go? The hair. I got pulled into the office and told to iron my clothes more, and that my hair looked also. Consider the following:
Front of House Admin at Joe Bloggs Advertising - 16,000 per annum
Front of House Admin at my work - 13,000 per annum
I didn't really feel like they were paying me enough to afford city prices of hair cuts, waxings and the rest.
So. I dyed it back to black.
Next thing to go, the lip stud. Fair enough it had been irritating my gums anyway so I wasn't overly upset about it going... but it just pissed me off because my psycho micromanaging line manager felt like she'd "won".
When it got to near the end of my time there, I was wearing long sleeve tops and smart trousers, no quirkiness and no fun. But. I still got pulled into the office for a "Final Warning" - not that I'd ever got a verbal or written warning...
I was told in front of a MALE senior manager that I was on my final warning for having "Tits and Tatts" on show...
Highly inappropriate, specially in front of a male member of staff.
Sad thing was, I never had either on show.
Anyway this has turned into a TOTAL rant. And doesn't really answer the question.
They fired my ass.
My job is fairly restrictive because I'm limited to: black or white shirts, black or khaki pants and similar skirts.
That's one of the things I love about being a nanny. I wear whatever I want to work. There isn't a dress code. I can't really wear low cut tops or short skirts, but anything else is perfectly fine. I tend ot wear t-shirts and sweat pants to work a lot because I think it's more comfy than jeans, and I don't want food or spit all over my good clothes. Since I don't want to wear two outfits in one day this usually means I wear sweat pants and t-shirts all the time. It's rare that I actually dress nicely lately.
At my last job, I was pretty much stuck with khakis and a simple shirt with a smock over everything. Ugh. Plus, we weren't allowed to wear shorts, open-toed shoes, jeans (unless they were really dark coloured), and I'm sure that I'm forgetting something, but I can't think of any others.
um... I can wear anything I want... anything.
I had to answer it.
Well... ok.. maybe not the end. The only things I can't wear are things that no reasonably minded person would wear. No drugs or profanity on my clothes... no dirty clothes... and... no pajamas.
I think thats it.
i don't have a job.
yes, fuck. adding this because i am so freaking frustrated with my pants situation. so i'm tall, and i got a little hip. so pius assumes that we'll pants each other if we wear sweatpants. so i order my pants online. so i only have two pair jeans, one pair khakis that i feel comfortable wearing. SO I GOTS TO MAKE ME SOME PANTS. so i feel like the most disproportionate female there ever was.
so i could have ordered that paragraph better.
на работу я не могу одевать: голову, волосы на руках, штаны, соски
За это могут выгнать