Here at our office, that being the office of Saving The Deserving Children Of The World One Day At A Time Because We Are Noble And Heroic And Our Employment Is Not At All Sarcastically Contingent To The Fact That We Are Otherwise Unemployable But Nobly and Heroically So, which is our non-profit's official name--you can google the fuck out of it--we are all about the not-wearing-of-jeans.
If the decision were mine, I would wear jeans daily, but currently we have daily business attire and no casual Friday. Also, drinking on the job is frowned upon. Horseshit.
Today, though, all of our Directors were all, "suck it, bitches, I'm totally not coming in today" so we, the Lesser Heroes, were all, "suck it, Directors, we are wearing the fuck out of our jeans today" and then we totally did just that.
The thing about wearing jeans, though, is that my other pants, as business as they are (if business were an adjective, because I use it in fancy archetypal phrases like, "That's business, right there"), are really at about the same physical comfort level as my other pants.
So I'm pretty sure that the relaxed feeling floating around the office is unrelated to material and contact and fibers, and it's totally just because we associate jeans with couches and Cool Ranch Doritos and lax softness and laughing with friends. And we're just as productive.
Well, I'm writing a blog, but fucking whatever. I get shit done.
I like it better this way.