Every time I see a well-dressed person (of either gender), my initial attraction is tempered by a little flashing yellow light that warns "High maintenance".Now I wonder if I dress nice enough for people to think I'm high maintenance.
Only the people who are wearing ratty tank tops and surf shorts, so you'll probably do just fine with everyone else.
I sooo envy Nords. All day, every day in shorts. Must be great! I’m looking forward to doing that myself in 3 years’ time!
Sea story: when submariners are underway underwater, no longer showing off our military bearing for the taxpayers, then we wear coveralls and "suitable footwear"-- usually sneakers or docksiders. The t-shirt under your coveralls can be anything motivational, so people get a little competitive. Everyone finds t-shirts that promote obscure indie bands, small-town bars, and motorcycles. Even today, decades after our last sea duty, submariners are still commenting on Facebook groups about each others' underway motivational t-shirts.
Oh, and a small donation to the ship's Recreation Committee earns you the privileged "no shaving" chit. You still have to shave your neck to get a good seal on an air-fed rubber facemask, but otherwise it's the best way to keep warm in a cold computer space. When my daughter was on a training patrol aboard the USS LOUISIANA, the women got ponytail chits. But I digress.
Anyway Pearl Harbor sea duty went one better than anything I'd ever seen in the Atlantic submarine force. I reported aboard my Hawaii boat a week before a major underway, so we were scrambling to fix our ragged gear and get our stuff stowed. Nobody took the time to explain local customs to me, and I never thought to ask. I was expected to be on the bridge for the underway (to requalify Surfaced Officer of the Deck) and the commodore usually waves good-bye from the pier, so you have to look good. I dressed in my nicest khakis and my spit-shined leather shoes and headed up the bridge ladder.
When I got there, the CO and the OOD greeted me. Both were also wearing their nicest khaki shirts and their garrison caps. However the bridge on a submarine is actually a cockpit that leaves your body visible to the people on shore only from the ribcage up. Below the view of the public (and the commodore), both of these fellow steely-eyed killers of the deep were wearing surf shorts and rubber slippers with their khaki shirttails hanging loose.
CO: "What the #$%^ are you smirking at, Weps?"
Me: "Um, I really like being stationed in Pearl Harbor, sir."
CO: "Then get back below, dammit, and don a proper Pearl Harbor uniform!"
The OOD told me later that they were expecting me to lock up (or blow a gasket like my predecessor) so they were relieved when I bounced back below and returned in "proper attire". A sense of humor was essential to survival with that CO.
After that tour, there was no goin' back to the Atlantic fleet.