Why does the way we dress contribute to how our fellows treat us?

Why does the way we dress contribute to how our fellows treat us? This thought has been running into my mind as I have witnessed several times how some people were treated based on their physical appearance. It may be sad, but that's the reality.

I even had an officemate who was not fond of dressing up for a purpose. There was a time we went grocery shopping, and he was only wearing slippers and a tattered shirt. Yes! A shirt, not pants. It was an OLD TATTERED shirt and could even be passed as a rug to some. He loves experimenting with how he will be treated with his OOTD ( outfit of the day). I found the thought crazy, but he has a point, as I can see how people were sometimes surprised when he started talking. He seldom speaks Tagalog, lol. Even though we are just having a normal conversation outside the office, he is still speaking in English, take note, with American Accent! Imagine people's reactions.

With that, sometimes I adapt his ways as we are often together. Well, I usually dress depending on where I am going too. One weekend, as I planned to visit a salon I shared on another blogging platform, I was wearing shorts, sandals, and a tote bag.

Funny as somehow I experienced being less in priority. I was waiting for my hair since I avail for hair treatment. I told one staff that I wanted to have my nails cleaned. There was no manicurist available at the moment, so I was instructed to wait. However, what I didn't expect was they chose to entertain the newly comers instead of me. No, I am sure they don't have an appointment. Well, it could be the way they dress.

I was annoyed and even ranted in our Discord server at Hiveph. Telling @Jijisaur that maybe they thought I didn't have money to pay since I only had a tote bag, and they were holding a branded bag! YEYEMEN ang PEG!

I had already decided not to avail of the service, but one of the manicurists approached me. She did a good job and, indeed, deserves some treats.

I feel good with my red nails that even match the color branding of the fast food where I chose to eat lunch. No, not in Jollibee; it's in Bonchon. I love their fried chicken in garlic flavor.

It was past lunchtime already, yet there were several customers walked in. Thus, I was surprised to see there was only one crew. She was the one taking orders, serving, and dishing out. With so much busyness, I was expecting her to be grumpy, yet I was surprised she was not! Even manage to greet new customers while smiling. Yes, though she is wearing a mask, I can see in her eyes that she is smiling.

It took a long time before my order was served, but I didn't have the heart to be mad at her even though I was already starving. Like how can I? Seeing her trying her best to cater to all the customers was enough reason for me to keep my mouth shut.

Finally, my order arrived, along with some treats. Here I am again with that motto, "I deserve a treat,"; which makes me inspired to eat more. Hehe, it is always hard to resist food. Food is life!

Who wants some?

Hello, read cash family. How's everyone? It's been a week since the last time I published here. I couldn't help but feel demotivated as it suddenly seemed everyone was leaving. I only have a few friends here who were gone, and I don't want to be left alone. So why not leave first? Lol.

Yet, I couldn't help as my hands were itching to write a blog here. So no, I will still stay here and will continue publishing from time to time.

HAPPY SUNDAY!

December 11, 2o22

Manila, Philippines.