The last Friday of every month here at work is mufti day, which means casual Friday for those who'd like to make a "gold coin donation" to charity. (In Kiwi money, the gold coins represent the $1 and $2 denominations.)
I pulled on some jeans even though I was a little nervous about mufti day. What if I have the wrong day? What if no one else shows up?
Of all people, guess who steps on the elevator with me this morning...? Our CEO -- a man I haven't met yet. He looks at me and says "It's bloody mufti day, isn't it?!" Of course he's in a suit. All I can squeek out is "I hope so." I decided to leave my official introduction for another day, and went on to find everyone in my office in casual clothes.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
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You should have pried a gold coin outta that stiff! The joys of working construction: I only dress up when someone dies.
I'm sure that by the time you do make the CEO's acquaintance, he will have had a list in hand of just who dressed out for "mufti day," and so contributed to a charity. This willingness to be a part of it all will go in your favor perhaps. That's really funny, Jamie!
I've been in sleeveless T-shirts and mesh shorts since May 20th. Dammit if I don't have to start dressing up again here in about a week.
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