It being much more casual works out well to the non-slob’s advantage as well, here in the northwest where it has for no discernable reason become acceptable to go out in public in Pajama bottoms, whenever I throw on some slacks, a dress shirt and a sweater vest I always get compliments, when a few decades ago that would’ve just been “clothes” but now it’s considered “dressing up”.
Judge me all you want. That’s why I like being the boss. You don’t want to work for a guy with food stains on his shirt? Fine, find another job. Otherwise, ignore the stain, wear wharever you want, and get to work.
Y’know who else got compliments in slacks, a dress shirt and a sweater vest?
Rick.
You know, I’ve never been hurt on the SDMB until this post. 
(Because it’s true!!!)
Dude, you’ve been her longer than me and you’re just finding that out. :eek:
You don’t have to think that I believe all social conventions are bunk to believe that some are and I am merely defending that. The alternative question is do you think all social conventions should be followed?
You son of a bitch. Now I have to go listen to that song!
And FWIW, I thought of it too. I was all like "Boy I wonder if RobDog is Manager Rob from Code Monkey and then BAM! You go and quote it. Very creepy.
Stop stalking me!!! 
Regards,
-Bouncer-
Oh, I’m sorry! (although, as always, not sorry enough not to do it again…)
If it’s any consolation, I spent last night running to bars with Art Students… in my minivan (the argyle sweater vest of vehicles).
But, y’know, I might not have meant that Rick…
What if I meant THE Rick?
Rick, Rick, Riiiiiick!
My father’s a funeral director. He’s expected to dress appropriately when he has a funeral. (When he doesn’t, he wears business casual. If he’s embalming, he wears surgeon’s gear over his clothes, of course)
(Stupid edit time limit!)
When he’s not working, he generally wears sweatshirts or tshirts and jeans or shorts. But he knows what kind of clothes are appropriate for each occassion. As for “my father’s day”, my parents are both Baby Boomers, so it’s not like they’re familiar with the “wearing suits to ballgames” kind of thing, except when they were kids.
(Hell, I lived in flannel shirts and jeans throughout high school, and I still knew there were times when that was inappropriate!)
Nope I have not abandoned it, just been a little busy with the push for end of year deadlines.
but I have not forgotten I am better than you.
Lets all suck the arbitrary teat of what is appropriate. A black man man at the controls of the plane is just not appropriate, cause his skin is wrong. A woman doing brain surgery is just not an appropriate profession for he, because she doesn’t have penis under the scrubs, . In Saudi Arabia today a woman driving a car is just not appropriate. you know cause it’s just what every body knows, they just can’t do the job as well; like a guy with a stained shirt, ya know, like dont ya all know how it is;wink wink.
So suck my big fat one cause I am in a position to not have to give a shit about your arbitrary choices about how much to spend to look “appropriate”. bwahaha I get to build and run a team based on ability to do the job. I am a smug motherfucker, cause I got where I wanted to be , I get to get the job done and make the world a better place, but you can just keep on being superficial and judging people, cause that’s what you are good at, and ill keep doing what I am good at.
Your entire world is made of straw.
Sucks to be you, you just don’t know it.
Welp, you just went from “insufferable prick” to “complete fucking moron” in one paragraph.
Naturally, you are just as unable to change your wardrobe as someone else can change their gender or skin color.
If this were true, the cost of replacement clothes (under $200, since we’ve already established that you’re a slob who’d want to do the bare minimum) would be so trivial to you that you wouldn’t have to make a goddamn fool of yourself on a message board trying to justify wearing messed-up shit to work, y’know?
Loser loses another one. Suck it yourself, bitch. You are not anything now, and you never will be anything.
Meh…stupid is as stupid does.
Me: Step into my office!
wolfman: Why?
Me: ‘Cause you’re fuckin’ fired!
..I think your mum’s calling you. About your psychiatrist’s appointment. He wants to cancel. Because you’re a boring dickhead. And your clothes are stained. It is his professioal opinion that the $200-an-hour he normally charges is better spent on an entire new wardrobe for you. Not that it will stop you from being a dickhead. Just a more presentable one. 'Cause that’s what you’re good at.
Hey wolfman! How’s Donna? </region-specific heckle>
You’ve been asked this before, but you haven’t really answered. If this is how you feel and isn’t a (much-more-likely) demonstration of your insecurity, why would you start the first thread at all? If it didn’t matter to you, you don’t need our affirmation. If it does, then what you just said (and your starting this thread) is BS. Is there a third option?
Hey, I get that!!
I got it.