Pull up your pants on your own time

I went to a client's office building the other day.  

Working from home, I tend to forget the importance some people put on the corporate rat race and all the facets that go along with creating that perfect image and style just to compete with the guy in the next cubicle.  So much time is spent trying to be who we think others want us to be without regard to who we really are.  I find it all exhausting and downright silly.  

Our true character always comes through in due time - no matter what.

So maybe it is my new calling - to keep us all in check of our authentic selves.

I'm walking out of the women's restroom - it is shared by multiple office suites.  The door faces the men's room. Some overly coiffed guy is standing in the doorway, absently propping the door open with his much too obvious Italian loafers while zipping up his tailored suit pants, tucking in his Ralph Lauren designer shirt and adjusting his snakeskin belt.  

I paused briefly and locked onto his arrogant gaze.  His eyes suddenly betrayed him as I recognized his own acknowledgement to the fact that I had just cut through his facade and seen him for what he truly was instead of what he was pretending to be.

With an obvious edge of disgust, I threw out some timely advice.  "You might want to try doing all that with the door shut next time."

With a downward glance he shuffled back to his office.

It won't ever matter how much money you spend to buy things to impress the people you don't even know - if you don't have the class to back it all up.

 Some things just need to be said.