Every industry has them.
On one hand, conforming to their code shows respect. On another, it shows subservience. It comes down to how you feel about the clothes yourself.
I never enjoyed wearing suits & ties & dress shoes. Yet I wore them at work for nearly two decades. It was just another chunk of the heavy price I paid to work in my chosen vocation.
There were other painful trades. Chained to a work schedule. Suffering crazy bosses & kooky coworkers. The commute. Stupid policies, priorities, projects.
The second I came home, the monkey suit was thrown in a corner. I became me again by climbing into jeans, sneakers & yes, flannel. This was the me I wanted to wear all the time.
And now I do. I mix & match sweatshirts, t-shirts & flannel as the weather changes.
I might don a button shirt if company visits. Shows of respect are a hard habit to break.
My commute is a flight of stairs. Unless I choose to "work" on the same floor. Of course I don't really work anymore. I just tinker.
The Border collie & the cat are my coworkers. The forest & woodpile out back make my flannel legitimate.
I no longer have an employment axe to grind. But I keep grinding it for others who want a different path.
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