My first real job (1990's) was with a very large financial institution - I'd applied for an entry level position, figuring I might be able to get a position as junior teller (if I was lucky) or maybe I could get something in the mailroom to start off with. During my interview, I was shoved off into this room, where they gave me a whole bunch of tests. Somehow it ended up that I was placed in the so-called computer network control center.
Thing was? I was given a handbook...and in that handbook, there were guidelines for "deportment" and dress. That handbook was geared to customer-facing bankers...(I didn't clue into this fact, of course).
I spent quite a bit of money buying some nice dresses and suits before I started. My first day at work, I wore a dark forest green 'cool wool' wrap dress with a wide, cognac leather belt, low-ish cognac heels and really nice gold hoops in my ears.
Thing was? I was in a computer control room - a data center. Raised floors, where there was cooling air coming up from the floorboards to cool the mainframes and tape libraries. To make matters worse, I was the only female in the entire department, and I was younger than anyone else by at least ten years.
Long story short? The stupid floors were shooting cold air up my dress, and I had to keep holding my skirt in place. I was totally mortified.
I hate to say it, but this experience meant that I didn't wear a skirt or a dress for almost a decade, except for just two occasions - a work friend's wedding, and then being maid of honour at my best friend's wedding. Aside from that, I did not wear a skirt or a dress for the better part of a decade. In fact, the next time I wore a "dress" was at my own wedding!
I show up in a somewhat expensive (to me), conservative-looking dress. Low heels, gold hoops. Even the dreaded nude nylons. The guys made fun of me (laughing and snickering about the dress/floor issue) and really went to town with the teasing. They wore jeans, white running shoes and casual shirts, looking like they walked off the set of the TV show, 'Seinfeld.'
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I also remember growing up and how Mom wore a suit with a bow-tie blouse and those same Seinfeld-like white sneakers on the way to work! She'd get all dressed up in her suit and her bow-tie/pussy-bow blouse and put on her clunky white sneakers. Does anyone else remember that fad? She also had a bob hairstyle, with a slight perm, and it looked kind of like those "Cathy" cartoons in the newspapers. A triangular hairstyle, the navy blue skirt suit, the bow blouse, "beige" nylons and the giant white sneakers. Oh...and she also drove a burgundy *Pacer*. Oh, and there was also blue mascara!!
Laughing here....