My first fulltime job was actually the last anyone expected me to dress up and shave, even though I had no one in particular to impress. And so, it wasn’t long before I decided to please myself and ditched the jacket that was always too hot and the cheap, hard shoes that cut at the back of my heals for a pair of white sneakers, bright shirts, and narrow ties. Come summer, I switched to sandals (that actually cost more than the aforementioned shoes) but always wore socks, which—in a nod to tradition—I chose to match my shirt.
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