Recently one day, as I drove in to work, I passed a fellow who works for G&K Services. His truck was parked in the street and he was walking in to the building with a large rug or mat over his shoulder. I noticed he had on his uniform, matching shirt and shorts and he even had a matching ballcap on. Working for G&K, I would expect that he would have a uniform and that it would be... clean. And it was. I wonder if he wears it with pride?
As I ate lunch - the mailman came by and commented that he eats the same Costco grapefruit cup as me. So, we have something in common - except that he wears a uniform. He came in with his blue shirt and greyblue shorts. He was cheery, I was appreciative of his visit and for the mail he brought. Life is good.
Besides t-shirts, I have never had to wear uniforms for work. I have had some really bad sport/team uniforms. The love of my life has various gear with a lot of her employer's emblems and sometimes she wears it to work, but it isn't mandatory. My kids don't have to wear uniforms to school. As we pondered which school for our oldest, we almost picked a school that happened to require uniforms. In the end the uniform wasn't the deciding factor, we could have lived with closets full of navy blue.
Uniforms are everywhere, almost to the point that we don't even notice - until we need assistance - from a cop, a Target employee, a Ghostbuster....
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| the original ghostbusters |
In your every day life, whether you abide in public or private (or both) what do you wear with pride? Are you able to wear your colors boldly? How do you cloak yourself for that daily grind? Do you blend in (there's safety in numbers) or do you find ways to stand out?
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