
Wearing slippers and a hot water bottle at my desk.
I wear slippers at work. Yes, you read that right. Yes, I do work in a fairly conservative office in what some would call rather high ranking administration. But I wear slippers.
Mostly I just wear them in my own office, where it is cold and I get cold, and I find if I’m comfortable I can work better. But sometimes I will wander to my colleagues in our section, or head to the bathroom in my slippers. The fact is, the’re comfortable and I’m more comfortable wearing them.
But what about my reputation?
Well, I’ve been thinking about that a lot.
Back when I worked for a marketing company, I used to have a blanket at my desk for when I got cold, as I often did. Once I made the somewhat catastrophic mistake of walking to a photocopier with said blanket. I was publicly reprimanded for doing so by a member of HR and, humiliated, never used the blanket again. Unfortunately the incident was never forgotten and to the day I left the company, a particularly spiteful member of staff would write emails bitching about me to my colleagues with the pseudonym of “blanket”.
Back when I was a teenager I decided I wished to complete the 40 Hour Famine. I couldn’t give up food for 40 hours, weighing only 47kg at the time (and I’m 5’9), but giving up technology seemed like such a boring alternative. So I decided to, as I put it, “give up my dignity”. For 40 hours I showered but I did not brush my hair, I wore no make up and used no fancy products. I wore only my pyjamas and slippers no matter where I went or what I did, including attending a church service, and a sign affixed to my back that said “I am giving up my dignity for 40 hours to help World Vision. What are you giving?”
I got a record number of donations.
But, a year or so later, I had a guy I was interested in turn me down on the basis “A girl I would date wouldn’t go to church in her pyjamas”.
At first these instances hurt me, humiliated me, and encouraged me to be more “classy” more “respectable” and more what I thought people would want me to be. It stopped me letting my freak flag fly and encouraged me to tone it down. It didn’t help that afore mentioned work place also told me to stop socialising with people because I was starting to get a reputation for not doing any work. A reputation I hope was justly proven wrong when I quit and they had to replace me with 3 people.
But I’m at a point in my life now where I don’t feel like I need to adapt myself to suit anyone else anymore. Why should I have to? Sure, there are basic courtesies we all employ in the workplace, and it’s best for everyone to make an effort at getting along, but at the end of the day if you can’t deal with me being a little left of centre and doing things like wearing slippers to make myself more comfortable, you’re probably going to have a hard time working with me to begin with. And while letting my freak flag fly doesn’t mean I have to be overt in my idiosyncrasies, it does mean I accept that I may do things other people consider to be a little bit weird. And possibly a little bit funny or endearing.
If you can’t laugh at my slippers, or the hot water bottle that lives on my lap, you probably just aren’t going to love me. And that’s OK, you don’t have to. I get my work done, and I do a good job, so what does it matter if I’m a little bit weird?
Do you do anything weird in the workplace? Would you consider it weird if someone was wearing slippers at their desk? Have you ever been humiliated or bitched about in the workplace?