Hypothetical Question #1: When Is Business Casual TOO Casual?

Hypothetical Question

Many workplaces are adopting a business casual dress code as a perk and to make the work environment more comfortable for the employees. After all, if you’re not interfacing with a customer, why should you wear a shirt and tie or a jacket to sit in your cubicle all day and write code or answer the phone?

Here is the situation: Your company is short-handed and has been on a hiring blitz. After interviewing a dozen potentials, your boss hires someone who is coming in today. This person comes in with a 3-day beard around his full goat-tee, a plain blue t-shirt (not listed as unallowable), and slacks that have the inseam hanging down somewhere just above his knees. You hope he just moved from out of state and has been living out of his suitcase in a hotel and can’t find his Norelco. The next day, it’s more of the same sloppy, but piece-allowable clothes. As the days go on, it becomes clear that he shaves once per week and does not own a single collared shirt, not even a polo.

What do you do when you lose professionalism at the office? Most corporate dress codes are very specific about “what not to wear,” but what is often missing is a standard of how to wear it, or what things should be avoided by certain people. Here is a for-example that I found that attempts to describe what is inappropriate in the “spirit of business casual:”

In all circumstances, business casual wear means clean, neat and professional clothing. It is never appropriate to wear stained, frayed, wrinkled or revealing clothing to the workplace.

Your new co-worker isn’t breaking any dress code rules, but he is a slob, in the very essence of the term. Yet he is allowed to get away with it because he is abiding by the company policy. What do you do?

What Do You Do When You Have an Itch?

Itchy?According to Wikipedia:
An itch (Latin: pruritus) is an uncomfortable sensation felt on an area of skin that causes a person or animal to desire to scratch that area.

I come from a long line of jacks of all trades. I’d make your head spin if I told you all of the things the men in my family can do without hiring out for outside help. I definitely inherited both that ability and the urge to continuously try new skills.

Unlike my dad and grandfather before me, my employment history has not been as stable as theirs. My dad worked for the same metal container manufacturer for 25 years and my grandpa co-owned a John Deere dealership for a good three decades. They always do their own work around the house and my dad went back to school to get an electrical engineering degree and moved up into the ranks of management when we moved to Florida.

My itch is different. I have this incredibly strong drive to “be all I can be.” When my counselor asked me if I can be happy to be the best in my position or my company or even my field, the answer was “no.” That would still be wasting 80% of my brain. Nothing drives me crazier (unless I am dead tired) than sitting around idling. Even if I am playing a computer game, I am exploring or experiencing something new. I have an unquenchable urge to improve myself. Something inside me says that if I keep at it, I will be perfect… some day.

Ridiculous, I know, but that thought is still in there.

I get to the point in everything that I do where I determine that I have either gone as far as I can go with my abilities or that what I’m doing did not keep my itch away. I don’t think there is anything out there to satiate my thirst to do new things.

Do you have an itch? What is it?

Presenting P-squared

I have a close circle of friends who are apparently obsessed with nicknames. You know who you are. /wave We all went to a Devil Ray’s game last week where I was informed that I have a nickname now: P-squared for Perfectly Petersen.

As a designer, you can’t help but have lightbulbs, fireworks, and Mother of all Bombs going off in your head when you hear a catchy name like that. Here is something about how the process works:

  1. I’m not offended.
  2. Hey, that’s actually pretty cool.
  3. I’ve never had a cool nickname before.
  4. Sure beats the heck out of Dogboy.
  5. Whoa!! New title for my blog coming…
  6. It’ll be P-squared now…
  7. I can finally make a logo!
  8. Yes!!!
  9. Hey, why is my wife looking at me like that?
  10. I’d better sit still for a while.

That about wraps up what happens in my head in approximately 28ms.

Welcome to my world.

Wishin’ and Hopin’… Is There a Difference?

I wonder...We have all heard the song by Dusty Springfield:

Wishin’, and hopin’, and thinkin’, and prayin’,
Plannin’ and dreamin’ each night of his charms,
That won’t get you into his arms.

So if your’re looking for love, you can share,
All you gotta to is hold him, and kiss him, and love him,
And show him that you care.

Show him that you care, just for him.
Do the things that he likes to do.
Wear your hair just for him,
‘Cause you won’t get him
Thinkin’ and a prayin’,
Wishin’ and a hopin’,

‘Cause wishin’, and hopin’, and thinkin’, and prayin’,
Planning and dreamin’
His kisses will start.
That won’t get you into his heart.

To me, the difference between “wish” and “dream” is another wordsmithing thing in my head that distingushes them.

I see them as without and with faith, in that order. Faith, described as “hopeful expectation.” Those two words are a few volumes by themselves. How can you be hopeful AND expecting at the same time?

I’m not sure how *you* do it, but for me, it’s as easy as expecting that I will make it to work okay, or enjoy a nice meal with my wife when I get home. I have no present proof that either will happen in the future, so I hope for them, but I have nothing to suggest that I shouldn’t expect them.

Dreaming is faith-full to me. I dream of things that are not yet, but there is no reason to expect that I can’t get/achieve/arrive at something. I don’t dream too big, but I also try to not dream to the extent of turning it into a wish.

Don’t we all wish we could have no worries, pain, trouble? Then again, how realistic is that? Do you expect them? No. That is why it is wishful to me, not dreaming.