I suspect that the gravitational pull around my bed is stronger on Mondays, because when my alarm went off this morning, I physically couldn’t get out of the bed. I couldn’t do it. It was fluffy and comfy and the rain was pitter-pattering on the window. Plus I had been woken up twice last night by my cat. My cat is 15 years old but still thinks it’s fun to sing me an aria at various times during the night and then race up and down the hall like a possessed ball of fur. (To help you experience this, it sounds something like, “MroOOOOWW MroOOOOw! Thudthudthudthudthudthudthud.”) Needless to say, I was running late this morning and really didn’t have time to style my hair so I’m sporting a concert T-shirt and a baseball cap. It’s fortunate that The Mailbox has a pretty relaxed dress code. We spend a lot of time writing and doing production work in our workspaces so I’ll only encounter a few people today who will look at me and say, “Heh! Nice hat! No time to do your hair this morning?”
My coworkers know me well.
This got me wondering about your work dress code. What kinds of rules and regulations do you have about what you wear to work?