Sentences with phrase «wear in business settings»

A leather pencil skirt is definitely out of the norm but still classy enough to wear in business settings.

Not exact matches

This year, designers seem to remove the boundaries between styles: for example, wearing a cocktail dress over a classic blouse you can create a stylish set in business style and the combination of wide palazzo pants and straight cut dresses will become an ultramodern set that, if the right accessories are chosen, can turn into a refined evening look.
For example, Strawberry Thomas, a senior at the Cristo Rey New York High School, wears a young version of business casual — a button - down shirt, blouse and slacks or a knee - length skirt — for her program, which requires students to participate in work study in an outside professional setting one day a week.
I am not wearing them in a business / office setting or they wouldn't have worked length wise.
In fact, I've worn this outfit to brunch and to a meeting where I helped a former colleague set up a Facebook page for her new business.
We have worked together for 10 years now, our Ready - to - Wear collection launched in 2003 and our Bridal in 2010, so we each have our set roles within the business to be the most productive, plus we are lucky to have a great team.
The trend of waistcoat sets had somewhere caught the its inspiration from the nehru jacket, worn with kurta, the simple business waistcoat transformed to the nehru jacket style waistcoat and worn in the 1920's had inspired the where to become more of casual and formal.
Have you ever worn sneakers in a business - casual setting?
If you are meeting in an office setting, wear professional business attire.
It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.
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