This Day in HR Minion History: I want to burn all flip flops in effigy to poorly managed dress code policies
Here’s a blog post I dug way, way out from the dark and dusty reaches of the blog’s archive. I was so young back then and so full of moxie. To add some context to what basically amounts to a brief but exciting diatribe, I created this post in response to a frustrating morning of refusing to be the dress code police just because I worked in HR. Enjoy.
That’s it. I’m done. I’m soooo done. The last nerve has been fried and the camels back is officially broken. If you want me I’ll be in a corner pounding my head against the wall.
I know I’ve joked about it in the past, but, 1. Is it that hard to tell someone their outfit is inappropriate for work? and, 2. Why is it so hard to dress appropriately for work? Yes, you are responsible for your associates and yes, you are the one who needs to talk to them about it. Yes, you do need to wear a bra and no, sweat pants are never acceptable. And the flip flops. Oh, how I have come to hate flip flops.
In the end, it’s not even about the dress code policy. It’s a question of workplace expectations, taking ownership of your responsibilities, and having respect for your co-workers and environment. It’s called acting like an adult. It’s called earning your pay as a manager/supervisor.
Originally posted on this blog on June 30, 2008.
