The project I am on is OK. Not great, just OK. We should start getting overtime soon, but until then, just OK. We started a week ago Monday, and another group started Thursday. We are allowed to get 40 hours in 4 days while we have no overtime, which is what makes this project OK. That is not the point of this post.
The majority of the male contract attorneys are living proof of why temps are not regarded as professionals, or even particularly trustworthy. Practically everyone who started Thursday, and a significant number of people who started at the beginning of the project, dress like they are headed to or from the beach or the gym. Many of the rest look like they are homeless. This is on a project where the dress code is ostensibly "business casual." That dress code supposedly doesn't even allow nice jeans. Forget that shit.
The women seem to be dressing professionally. The men? Not even close. Gym shorts, tee shirts, torn-up jeans, whatever. They look like the guy on the corner this morning who shouted at me, "Hey, Jack Nicholson? Got any spare change?" For the record, I don't look even a little like Jack Nicholson, young or old. I was wearing sunglasses. I guess that is enough of a resemblance for your average homeless guy. Many of who appear to be on my current project.
So, my message to temps in this town is, stop wondering why you get no respect. Too many of your fellow temps prove you don't deserve it.
I have suggested before that it is stupid to make temps wear suits on the first day of a project. It is. It is not, however, stupid to expect temps to dress like professionals. More importantly, if the dress code states that the requirement is business casual, then you should dress that way. The fact that the agency isn't enforcing it reflects poorly on the agency. No need to make things reflect poorly on you, and temps in general. I am, apparently, the Lone Ranger on this issue.
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Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Friday, July 18, 2014
Only a temp could dress well and still look like a homeless person
Temps aren't famous for being sharp dressers, but it happens. Normally, when it comes to temps, you can play a game on the Metro: when you see a rumpled, dissheveled person with unruly hair, you can play the guessing game, "Homeless, Temp or Federal Employee?" Hard to tell the difference.
Anyway, we have a dude on the project I call Santa Claus, mostly because he is rotund and has long, snow-white hair and a bushy white beard. Dude probably makes serious coin at Christmas working at some mall. But it would have to be a pretty downscale mall, because he is unable to shake that Temp vibe. No matter what he wears, he looks like a homeless dude.
Today, Santa Claus was wearing what is known (in the South, anyway, and more particularly in South Carolina) as a Charleston Tuxedo. The Charleston Tuxedo consists of khaki pants and a blue sports jacket with a button-down Oxford shirt. It is considered, in Charleston, at least, to be appropriate attire for everything from weddings to funerals. In general, it works.
Well, Santa Claus put on the Charleston Tuxedo today and it didn't work. I couldn't tell you what exactly didn't work, but the dude still looked like he either slept in or ate out of a dumpster -- he just looked homeless.
At least he's trying, though, which is more than can be said of the guy I like to call Hunter S. Thompson, who always looks like he is coming off a bender, starting a bender or maybe is in the middle of a bender. Anyway, he is tall, gangly, gray curly hair and likes to wear shorts, the dress code notwithstanding. Unlike Santa Claus, Hunter is not even trying to dress well. You look at him and think "Venice Beach homeless dude." You can easily see him sleeping in a lifeguard stand by night and by day charging people to look after their car when they park in "his" parking space. Not happening in DC, I guess, but that's the look he's cultivating. Or maybe he just moved here from Venice Beach.
The more I think about it, the more I think these two guys could pair up to be the next Moby and the Hobo. The great irony here is that Moby and the Hobo first appeared on this blog during a project involving the same client and law firms as this project, but I never actually named them that until later. I do think that Moby and the Hoboes is a great name for a band, though.
Any way, in honor of the sharp-dressed men on this project, I give you this:
Anyway, we have a dude on the project I call Santa Claus, mostly because he is rotund and has long, snow-white hair and a bushy white beard. Dude probably makes serious coin at Christmas working at some mall. But it would have to be a pretty downscale mall, because he is unable to shake that Temp vibe. No matter what he wears, he looks like a homeless dude.
Today, Santa Claus was wearing what is known (in the South, anyway, and more particularly in South Carolina) as a Charleston Tuxedo. The Charleston Tuxedo consists of khaki pants and a blue sports jacket with a button-down Oxford shirt. It is considered, in Charleston, at least, to be appropriate attire for everything from weddings to funerals. In general, it works.
Well, Santa Claus put on the Charleston Tuxedo today and it didn't work. I couldn't tell you what exactly didn't work, but the dude still looked like he either slept in or ate out of a dumpster -- he just looked homeless.
At least he's trying, though, which is more than can be said of the guy I like to call Hunter S. Thompson, who always looks like he is coming off a bender, starting a bender or maybe is in the middle of a bender. Anyway, he is tall, gangly, gray curly hair and likes to wear shorts, the dress code notwithstanding. Unlike Santa Claus, Hunter is not even trying to dress well. You look at him and think "Venice Beach homeless dude." You can easily see him sleeping in a lifeguard stand by night and by day charging people to look after their car when they park in "his" parking space. Not happening in DC, I guess, but that's the look he's cultivating. Or maybe he just moved here from Venice Beach.
The more I think about it, the more I think these two guys could pair up to be the next Moby and the Hobo. The great irony here is that Moby and the Hobo first appeared on this blog during a project involving the same client and law firms as this project, but I never actually named them that until later. I do think that Moby and the Hoboes is a great name for a band, though.
Any way, in honor of the sharp-dressed men on this project, I give you this:
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