Dress down Friday is dead. Long live dress down Friday!
The Management have declared that we can wear what we like to the office, so long as we have emergency kit to go to meetings etc. easily to hand. (They have good reason to be trying to engender a bit of positive atmosphere at the moment bless their dear littl hearts.)
This is good news for many reasons, one of which is that I was beginning to push it slightly with my clothes, largely along the lines of 'well if the ladies can get away the somethinng like this then why can’t I...'* Of course they’ll still have it easier for Big Serious Grown-Up meetings; I don’t care what you say but....
So what to wear?! I was thinking this:
Although I’d quite like to go all-out and rock up in this just to see what would happen:
Whhhhheeeeeeeeee. You're a wonder, Wonder Woma-aaaan!
Hmmm. I would imagine the rules would be tightened up again pretty damn toot suite, 'Koim'. But being able to relax a bit at work is ace. It has improved the quality of my life considerably now that I don;t have to iron a shirt first thing on a Monday morning - always an arduous chore. Because after all. Feeling happier in the office makes us...
* I do mean like, you know, casual trousers. Not fishnets.