I hated wearing uniforms all throughout grade school.
It started in elementary school with these uncomfortable and itchy polo shirts we had to wear that were made out of thick and abrasive fabric.
Those shirts used to make me sweat whenever walking through the halls from one classroom to the next. By the time I got to middle school, things only got worse. We had long sleeve button up shirts to wear with ties and dress pants to complete the ensemble. Everyone hated these uniforms, especially the guys who were tall or heavier in body type, because there weren’t unlimited sizes. Some guys had pants that didn’t reach their ankles, while others had bulging shirts that looked like the buttons were hanging on for dear life. Nowadays I don’t take uniforms so seriously, especially with professionals. I know some people who won’t hire workers unless they’re wearing clean uniforms, even if it’s a car mechanic. My mom cycled through a few different heating and cooling companies when I was a teenager because the first two didn’t have nice uniforms. She felt that a uniform says more about a professional and their business than most would admit. She lectured that a repairman who overlooks their uniform is willing to overlook other aspects of their job. I understand her logic, but I don’t think it holds up in practice. The man who I hire to maintain my air conditioner only wears a short sleeve button up shirt and a pair of slacks. Sure, it’s sort of a uniform, but it doesn’t have his name or company logo on it and I don’t see why it should.