Dressing down turns that frown upside down
I don’t like getting dressed up, as my former co-workers will attest. I even once famously told a group of friends, “I’ll wear a suit out of respect for you guys whenever you get married, but you better be sure about who you’re marrying because I’m showing up in khakis if there’s a second wedding.”
In a group meeting this week, when my friend Pussycats mentions the schedule we have, leading to this conversation:
Me: You mean I have to dress up Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday?!
Pussycats: Yes. Welcome to business school.
Good point. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
