In a former life some 10 years ago, I was an executive or at least an executive director. I woke up every morning and put on my uniform--a suit with big shoulders and a short skirt and high heeled shoes. I put on makeup, gelled my hair and walked to my office where I had a soft pretzel and diet coke at my desk for breakfast. Ugh.
Tonight I went to a reception for a friend and colleague that I knew from those days. I couldn’t put on a suit—I’ve given them all away—but I did wear something other than jeans or yoga pants and I did put on make up. I felt like an alien. I knew no one. And no one knew me. The room was full of men in full corporate regalia—ill-fitting suits, dress shirts and shiny ties. The women were dressed in pencil skirts or pants with bright colored jackets, this era’s uniform. Everyone looked old, even the young people.
I had a drink, listened to the speeches, congratulated my friend and came back home to my current life where no uniforms are required.
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The woman executives at my work wear neck handkerchiefs/scarfs. In addition the brightly colored blazers. I always imagine them shopping at the same store somewhere on the Main Line.
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