I look like a mook from a Quentin Tarantino movie. Seriously, all I need is a semi-automatic rifle and some pithy bible quotes to complete the ensemble.
This has been a thing all my life. Even if I only dress up a little bit, I end up looking way overdressed. God forbid I put my hair up! The rest of the time I look like a bogan who's been dragged through a hedge backwards. There is no middle ground.
Also, I am wearing pants in the forlorn hope that the team building exercise will actually involve exercise.
Wish me luck!