Even though most of my days divide only between meetings and time in front of a computer, working for a developer means you keep a hardhat in your car in case you have to go to a job site.
The band inside the hat sizes it to your head, but one size does not fit all.
There's a woman in our company who makes her hardhat look like the must-have accessory off the latest Paris runway. Hardhat or not, she's gorgeous and her petite frame, elegantly tailored wardrobe ,and killer smile just make the hat work for her.
In my business suit, heels, pearls and hardhat I look like a construction worker in drag. Fine for Halloween, but not everyday wear.
I can't wear it with the unconscious ease of others at the job site. I study the angle, the tilt and how high it sits on their heads - but can't replicate the look.
As Peter Townsend said "I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth" - but I appear a total pretender to my blue collar roots the minute I mash the hat onto my head.
After the embarassment of having it blown off by wind on the job site I overadjusted the band and had a scarlet ditch in my forehead for the rest of the day.
You can't Google "how to wear a hardhat" and get anything but reasons why you need to wear one. I get that part. I need the how.
Fortunately, the only projectiles I usually deal with are verbal slings and arrows. Lucky for me they don't require any more equipment than a thick skin.
I've been wearing that for years...




Copyright 2007 Judi Griggs