My boss has been trying to sell us on the idea of company-logo shirts for months.
1, It makes us more “identifiable” to our customers.
2. It saves us money because the hospital pays for the shirts.
3. We can select shirts from a big catalogue that has many different colors and styles.
4. In fact, thinking of it as a “uniform” isn’t even correct, because there are so many varieties we can choose among. They just all have the company logo on the pocket.
I’m pretty much the only one left in vocal opposition to the idea, and all the “apparel” has been bought. I refused to pick out my own styles, one of my co-workers selected them for me.
In college I set a few modest standards for myself. Among them: I wouldn’t work in food service, and I wouldn’t wear a uniform. (I’ve never been a terribly ambitious guy). And over the next 20-some years, those are about the only standards I’ve been able to keep. :eek: Some of my co-workers think I’m silly to be so vehement, but I maintain that my opposition to uniforms is no more or less sensible than my employer’s insistence that I wear one. In response to the points above, I say:
- I already wear an ID on a lanyard around my neck and sit behind a desk. No one to my knowledge has ever had trouble figuring out I work there.
- I’ll pay for my own shirts, thank you.
3 & 4. A rose is a fuckin’ rose, and so is a uniform a uniform.
I have told my boss repeatedly that, much as I appreciate her efforts to make this an appealing proposition, it is not working, it is not going to work, and she is wasting her time. And that is a direct quote.
I’ve worked in other jobs in this field for employers every damn one of you has heard of, and the closest I’ve ever come to a uniform (until now) is: I must wear dark shows (black sneakers are ok), and in some high-profile roles I had to wear a suit (of my own choosing).
My boss has some issues of her own, among them that she really HATES to issue orders. She tries to run the place as if we are all colleagues working for a single goal, and by and large I’m very happy with this. In fact, she’s managed to convey the idea that we’re all supposed to wear these shirts when we participate in “special events” without issuing a direct order to do so – and I’ve been listening very closely for one. I am not willing to be directly insubordinate and refuse a direct order over this, and she doesn’t want to issue one that might set me looking for another job. As a media technician, I participate in just about every single special event the hospital holds, evenings, weekends, and holidays. I put in more hours on the job by far than any other person in the department, with the possible exception of my boss.
Now she’s come up with a fiendishly clever scheme to get me to “volunteer” to wear the shirts. A few weeks ago I DJed for a hospital party. If I do say so myself, it was highly successful, I had great fun, and I’ve been asked to do the same at several more upcoming events. Today she said, “Boyo Jim, if you want to DJ at the parties, you have to wear the shirts.” It’s as close as she’s gotten to a direct order.
Even though I took the initiative and basically created this DJ role for myself, I hadn’t thought of it in terms of being volunteer work that I could decline to do. I’m on the clock, on the property, and doing it at someone’s request. At my job, if someone asks me for assistance, I offer it unless there’s a very good reason (usually a conflict over my availability) not to.
So here I am debating what to do next, short of outright insubordination, which I’m not prepared to do over this. I think my next step is to tell her that I’m going to “unvolunteer” for these parties, and would she like to call these people up to explain why, or should I? Odds are, she’ll just order me to DJ the parties, order me to wear the shirt, and send me on my way, rather than explain to several department heads why our little intra-departmental squabble means they can’t have tunes at the next company picnic (no one else knows how to wire up and work the gear)…
I think I’m doomed to wear the damn shirts, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to make it easy on her.