eff yo' business casual. a/k/a musings of an emo employee.

Learned from a good pal* the idea of keeping a change of clothes in my desk. I have a few business casual outfits in my desk. Think high school gym locker.

This has, for the most part, worked to my advantage. For example, I was walking to work in the rain+ some dill hole drove by too quickly+splashed my with puddle water up to my waist. Pulled off my pants when I got to work+changed into a skirt while my pants dried.

I should note, there is error to this ritual: one day I was too lazy to go to the restroom to change one day. It was hecka early+no one was there. Why not change in my cube? Oh, cus the boss will walk by right when you're bent over, pulling up your ugly khakis. That whole day was funny. And the week after. And then I won some money for that story during an office holiday party.

Now. Why do this?

Because business casual crushes my soul. I wish I were they type that could rock anything I put on. I can't. I feel like a douche walking around on BART in business casual. I can't do khaki. I don't think anyone can, quite honestly. (there may or may not be undertones of not giving an eff about what the people who see me at work think about what I wear, but that's neither here nor there...)

Is "casual Friday" ever really casual? Nahhhhhh.

I feel like I run sh*t more effectively in the right pair of denim or leggings or in a racerback tank top or with flip flops on or in a non-work appropriate skirt. So, I typically start my day off in them. Then change when I get to work.

5+ years doing this.

And one day, I won't have to do this anymore. 

I get it. Really I do. Image IS important. But I have hardly ever looked at a reasonably clean person with tattoos+piercings+kicks on+thought that they couldn't handle the service that I'm requesting.

I swear I can do work in sneakers. Will you pay me?

*(Hey Sandzilla! <3)