
my work shoes
years ago when i got promoted into the ranks of management at my university IT job, i made the very clear decision to continue, on most days, to dress the way i did as a developer. this included continuing to wear my many, assorted, colorful vans. often mismatched.
i knew at the time that this might be perceived to mean i wasn’t to be taken seriously, or that i didn’t know how to play grown-up, or that i wasn’t getting with the program.
perhaps all valid. but i felt that my effort should matter more than my shoes. i work hard and i deliver, i should be able to wear what i want. the results should speak for themselves.
naive? maybe. but when i later got promoted into the director-level ranks, i was promoted wearing my red shoes.
recently a colleague i’ve worked with for years ran into me at an event. he said, “i hope this doesn’t sound strange, but i’m really glad to see that you still wear your red shoes.” i was a bit confused and he continued, “they didn’t change you. you didn’t become one of them.”
since then i’ve thought of all the ways that my simple decision to wear what i liked had subtly influenced things around me. how it “meant” something in ways i’d not intended, but that still might be true. then this morning bombtune posted the harvard business school article, “The Manager in Red Sneakers”, and i can see that my small choice can be read as a bold statement.
a statement not intended… but still, true.
there’s a re-org happening in my department. there’s a strong possibility i may be promoted again. i started to consider if maybe i need to re-think my personal dress code. maybe i’m hurting my teams’ credibility. maybe…
but no. if they’re going to promote me, they know who i am. and i’ll be wearing my red shoes.