Monday, 22 December 2014

"Country attire day"

Today is a special day. Today is "country attire day". What is that, you ask? Well it's something I've just made up, of course. But more specifically it is the day of the year, typically the last Monday before Christmas, where all the usual rules about dressing for the office and not wearing brown in town suddenly stop applying (actually the no brown in town rule never applies as strictly as people think but that's another post for another day) and you can, nay *should* start dressing as though you are at your highland estate or Oxfordshire country pile. Which is, of course, where you want to be.

No sane man likes to work the week before Christmas and yet, sometimes, we must; usually because we are so junior that we have to stay and answer the phones, or so senior that we simply cannot take time away from our emails. Either way, the consolation is that the rules of dressing officially change and from now until the 1st of Jan you must put on your brogues, your cords, your tweed suits, your wooly jumpers, and your casual ties, and go forth to the office with the look of a man who has one foot already by the log fire in his library and one hand trying to prevent his labrador from eating the presents under the tree, and who has only deigned to step onto the district line and come to work because he is very busy and important.


It really can't fail. If you are very junior your boss will probably ask you where you shoot and if you fancy taking a peg on a grouse day next year*, and if you're very senior your team will be delighted to see you looking relaxed and approachable**.



*Maybe
**Perhaps