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Bleccchhh… three days this week I’ve been confined to the monkey suit… yep, a full-on dress suit. Jacket, shirt & tie, dress slacks, and on my feet…
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\n… I am still “Booted” but perhaps, at least this week, the “Harley” gets temporarily removed from the “dude?” I say that only because it has rained every day for the last two weeks. Not much total precipitation, but enough to make the roads slick and thus unsuitable for riding my Harley for my daily commute.<\/p>\n
I guess then for this week, my temporary moniker is “Suited Booted Cagedude.” Hmmmm… I don’t like it (and neither should you.)<\/p>\n
Why so much suit-and-tie? Meetings, briefings, and more meetings with upper muckity-mucks where I work and with the parent agency of my agency. And with muckity-mucks in Washington, DC. Lots of muckity-mucks in my life this week.<\/p>\n
This post really isn’t a whine as much as it sounds. While I do not like to dress up, especially in suits, I am grateful to have a good job and realize that sometimes wearing a suit is my required uniform-of-the-day. I don’t have to “like” wearing suits, but I put up with it because I like what I do for a living and feel respected for my knowledge and capabilities. Fa cos\u00ed sia.<\/p>\n
What boots am I wearing under my suit pants?<\/p>\n
Tuesday: Brown Lucchese hornback caiman tail<\/a> with dark brown slacks, cream shirt, brown\/tan striped tie, navy blazer.<\/p>\n