I realize it's been awhile, a looooong while- since I've done a post about a work outfit. So, last week while I was in San Francisco at a Regional Corporate Conference, I decided that it was time to end that drought and take some pics of what I wear during my 8-5.
Problem: I forgot that I really didn't have anyone to take any pictures of me- no willing boyfriend or spiteful Brother... I had me & coworkers and I certainly wasn't going to request any form of photography from the latter. So... like any good Blogger with a goal- I opted for the dreaded mirror picture of what I wore.
{^ this actually was taken by my coworker but while we were sight-seeing here, not for outfit purposes}FURTHER PROBLEM: Unless I'm sending it to my Boyfriend or my Mom and could give two craps about how I look, I am the most awkward mirror picture taker
(is that a thing?) EVER.
First off,
I always seem too concerned with the image being taken to take my eyes off the screen. Second "off" (?),
I fidget and look weird and
Third "off" (...),
I NEVER SMILE. I don't know what it is, but I don't. Even though I'm usually in a good mood, happy and not trying to emo out. I just
get awkward taking pictures in the mirror.
{^via}Oh well, I guess in this case it was par for the course. That is of course because
at Corporate events- I tend to be Wednesday Addams- hold the rocks, no twist- just
Wednesday Addams: straight up.The industry I work in is one of those
"financial must haves" but
"oh so boring". In a
vague description: my company embodies its Fortune 100 status- they're
super stable and
amazing but at the same time
serious, firm and no frills. And when I go to meet people outside my day-to-day office in the name of work,
I dress the exact same way: Serious, firm & with no frills.Now normally with business events,
I wear 1 of the 2 expensive suits I own for events just like this. However,
they specifically requested business "casual" for this conference so I had to change course and tone it down a bit by adding a dress/skirt. I also forgo bling or anything of the sort... as it doesn't really serve you well when you're rat racing.
Day 1 of the Conference (above^) was pure Wednesday: black, white and gothic. I wore my
favorite black dress in the world but
instead of letting the sleek neckline do its thang, I layered a
sleeveless white button-up under it and paired it with a thick belt to tone down its 5:01 PM - 7:59AM potential.
And the most Wednesday of it all: my
long, black BCBG sweater to really hone in on that all dark theme. Pair that with my
prescription Warby Parker glasses and I was good to go.
Day 2 of the Conference (above^) was a bit more normal: black, knee-length skirt, same belt
(I carried on for gosh sakes!), a
puffy, conservative blouse and my
DKNY suit jacket. I felt
covered, professional and appropriate for the agenda.And of course, San Francisco was a wonderful Hostess...
{^Drink with the team at The Slanted Door in the Ferry Building after a successful conference }
{^The ceiling of the spectacular Ferry Building }
{^Beer on the Bay, doesn't get better than that- at The Slanted Door }
{^Me and the Bay Bridge }I really need to come back here on my own time, so much to see and do! I also wish I could show you some more pictures but they are of my coworkers and I don't feel right putting them online on a site they don't know about.
So TPS Reports aside, it was a great conference.
Even though I have my days like everyone else where going to work sounds less delightful than contracting the bloody plague, I still love it and I adore my team, my line of work and the amount of knowledge I've acquired regarding my specific industry.
After all, girl's gotta eat and I'm happy to put food on the table myself.