Mistakes were made

New York City meets Munich

December 11th, 2001 · No Comments · Uncategorized

Quick! The Boss!

I love when I get an email like this at work:

Due to {some home office big cheese’s} visit to New York, business attire will be required tomorrow and Wednesday of this week. Thank you.

Well, we are in New Jersey, so I figure we will be spared this pretense. Not so fast! Someone asks if it applies to us peons, and the answer is: “We don’t know, so just to be safe…” Oh, excellent…

It’s hugely tempting to blow it off. It’s childish. It’s stupid. But, I’m a coward who doesn’t want to give anyone a reason to imagine a bull’s-eye on my forehead. In a recession, the first thing to go are principles. I have spousal maintenance payments to make, after all.

First I figure a tie is really sufficient. The big cheese is only going to whisk on by this area, if at all, and a tie is no big deal. Examining the closet, I realize that wearing a suit can provide a brief respite from laundry, which sorely needs to be done. And also the selection of what suit allows me to honor the letter of the decree, while internally thumbing my nose at it. So I pick out my funky new suit, the one I wore to Kirk and Liz’s wedding, including the deep, shiny green shirt and matching tie. It’s professional looking, but a bit edgier than the usual banker nonsense. How many guys in the blue shirts does the world really need?

And actually, I like to dress up. It’s nice to do once in awhile, especially in clothing I love.

But the final irony is confusion reigned supreme, and it seems almost no one here made much of an effort. Other than lots of dark blue button down shirts, there’s hardly a tie to be seen, never mind a suit.

But man, do I look sharp.

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