We don't really adhere to any strict dress code here in the promotions department of Entercom Radio. We're actually pretty lax. Gina wears jeans everyday and Liz H wears slacks and heels. LK wears whatever she wants but Karin and I dress flirty, fun, and rock and roll!
The account executives like to wear business suits and more professional clothing; more power to them. They are meeting clients, not rock stars. And the managers obviously maintain a very strict business look at all times. Casual Friday to them mean no tie.
I always dress with the thought that I never know who's going to be coming into the studio that day. It could be any level of musician, sports person or someone that I would like to impress with my sexy sense of playful work attire. Today, for instance, I have my trusty Rolling Stones T-shirt under a pin-striped black blazer and nice black slacks. I like to think it shouts "creative, fun, rock and roll chick combines business casual with fun while maintaining an aura of boy do I like to party!"
Yes, this is how I view myself. Yes indeed.
So imagine my dismay when I was scheduled to attend a "mini brainstorming session" yesterday with my elite team of account execs, sales managers and Mr. Yosemite Sam, the GM. I was dressed fairly appropriate to attend said meeting with just these in house people, but when some tool from sales "accidently" invited his PAYING CLIENTS to this super informal meeting, my attire went from super-cute me to super inapropriate jean skirt and Harley T-shirt disaster.
I sat down with my tank of Starbucks coffee when I noticed the strangers in the room. Uh oh, I thought. Because when I sit down, the slit in the front of my appropriate-length jean skirt creeps up so high, my panties are practically hanging out. My dismay grew even more and I started to sweat when Yosemite Sam- the GM of the ENTIRE BUILDING, sat down right next to me.
I tried to shuffle my papers around in my lap to cover my thigh that was totally hanging out. I couldn't scoot under the table because I was on the end and the legs were in my way. Oh trashy me!
The short slit was exacerbated by the totally hot, white, sequined, sparkly Harley Davidson tank top that LK brought me back from Palm Springs last week. I was wearing a super-cute black jacket over it but I still shouted "super-cute rock chick who likes to party after work is dressed VERY inappropriately for this client meeting." Typical me.
I suffered through the meeting, trying to think of something enlightened to say that would make everyone in the room think to themselves, "Well, she may be dressed like a tramp, but damn, she's SMART!"
I failed, I'm sure. I even tried to make a joke at the beginning, saying we would be on our best behavior since clients were in attendance and we would not drop any f-bombs. The Director of New Business glared at me so hard my eyebrows melted off my face.
Another typical day in the life of this wannabee-rock star and her rock and roll lifestyle. Burn, baby, burn!
If you would like to bring your clients here to witness first hand my wardrobe malfunctions, please let me know: alinford@entecom.com.
