Why You Should Always Dress For Work

So, this week work was kind of slow. It's a nice break. I've been able to be more relaxed with my hours and who doesn't like that?

On Tuesday, however, I had to be at work by 7:30 to let someone in the building so they could complete an application and interview at 8:30. I woke up on Tuesday and did not want to go in. I was tired and 7:30 is very early to be at work when I've been spoiled lately getting in at 10/10:30

So, that morning was the first time I decided to dress like the employees at the company I staff for and NOT like I usually do. See, I am the ONLY person in the building who wears heals and nylons. Following me? This day I decided to just wear jeans, a sweatshirt and a pair of Nikes.

First of all, everyone noticed and asked me what I had come too! (Of course I told them I finally decided to dress up to the company's standards) Oh! I forgot to add that I lost my voice over the weekend and did not have it back by Tuesday. I felt fine I just couldn't talk. This added to my feeling of not caring what I looked like.

So, then I'm sitting in my office and my vendor friend calls me. He had some bad news for me that a couple of his consultants were leaving by the end of the month. Then he tells me he has some good news for me. What is this news? He is going to be stopping by with some Christmas gifts for Paul and me.

Fantastic! On the first day I don't care what I look like the man with whom I've been flirting relentlessly for 6 months decides he is going to be coming in to give gifts in person!

I was a nervous wreck. The receptionist and a girl who was up at the desk with her told me to make an Old Navy run but I knew I didn't have the time because I didn't know when he was coming and with my luck he'd come while I was at the mall. One of the biggest malls in the world at Christmastime. Insanity.

At 2:00 he called from the road to tell me he was on his way and would be here in 30 minutes. I panicked and told Paul I was going to throw up and to be prepared to see me shy for once. I let Ginny (the receptionist) know to expect him.

At 2:30 Ginny calls and says "Tracie, you have a visitor in the lobby." Now I really panicked. She used out code word for a good looking man in the lobby. If he was not attractive she would have just said, "Tracie, Dave is in the lobby." (Pretty ingeneous right?) I told her, "Okay, let me put on some more mascara and I'll be right down."

She was right. He was beautiful. You know my type right? Tall, skinny, rock star type? Well, that was him! Dark brown hair, piercing green eyes, 6'2". Not at all what I was really expecting. I knew he was tall because he sent me a picture of himself in his halloween costume (he was the Swedish Chef so I couldn't tell what he looked like.) I thought he'd be dorkier looking knowing his line of work and all. Nope. Beautiful. And there I was in a sweatshirt, baggy unwashed jeans, and Nikes.

This is why you should always care about what you look like when you go to work in the morning. If you don't, the man of your dreams could come to visit you and you look like you are ready to work in your garden.