You’d Think They’d Appreciate An Employee Like That
Once upon a time, I worked for an event production group that organized a specific convention/event that takes place in multiple states around the United States.
The event took place over three days, so most of us were on-site for five to seven days for prep and tear-down. This meant packing up and hauling out to the next location — some of us by equipment trailer caravan and others via plane.
Prior to this job, I was a Client Relationship Manager for a very large corporation. That job entailed more or less living out of a suitcase for days and weeks at a time, often flying from client location to client location within a matter of days. During my time with this job, I got really, really good at packing everything I would need without having to check luggage or deal with the consequences of losing my luggage. I’d put my toiletries in the laptop bag, I carried a pocket lanyard instead of a wallet, I had mix-and-match suits rolled up in a duffle bag to be ironed in the hotel, and I had shoes that would match everything. Not to brag, but I was something of an efficient machine when it came to packing and being prepared.
For some reason, my coworkers at the event planning group found this efficiency offensive. Traditionally, the team would load up garment bags with their professional event clothing with the equipment caravan so that it would arrive prior to those of us coming by plane. Makes sense!
So, I carefully packed my trusty duffle bag with a blazer for each day, a clean pair of trousers for each day, and a selection of collared shirts to go with each. I threw in some shorts and T-shirts that would work equally well for lounging, sleeping, or running for take-out, undergarments, and a spare pair of jeans just in case. After all, I was only going to be gone for five days, and most of that time would be at the convention. We didn’t even have twelve hours between when we would leave the event in the evening and when we had to be back on duty.
The next day, we loaded all of the equipment and saved our bags for last. My coworkers each brought out two to three large garment bags, as well as an extra-large suitcase each. It turns out they had brought blazers and trousers for twice the amount of time that we would be gone, along with extra changes of clothes depending on what they would be doing between 10:00 pm and 5:00 am when the event wasn’t running. They also packed large bags for their toiletries and separate bags for their shoes.
I honestly didn’t think much about it — different strokes for different folks, after all — until we got to the event. It turns out my single duffle bag was the talk of the staff. The president of the company sat me down and explained to me how important it was that we look professional at all times. I agreed.
Each day, I showed up freshly bathed, professionally dressed, and well-made-up. In fact, the sample-sized conditioner I brought really agreed with my hair, and several presenters complimented me on my appearance.
And then we came home. I was hastily ushered into the vice president’s office, where she had the president on speakerphone. I then got a stern half-hour talking-to about my disregard for the company.
Me: “Wait. Wasn’t I professionally dressed each day of the event?”
Yes, they both agreed. My clothing was appropriate, and I was well-kempt in every way.
Me: “And did I conduct myself appropriately?”
Yes. There were some communication bumps due to a lack of cell phone service, but everything was resolved to everyone’s satisfaction.
However, I didn’t pack enough. The president of the company spent the whole event terrified that I would show up looking like a slob, so she was distracted from her other duties. Furthermore, it was said that after the event, I went back to the hotel, got dinner delivered, and went to bed rather than going to the bars with the other workers.
I tried to explain that I was simply really good at packing and that I needed every possible minute of our daily seven hours of downtime, but that was the beginning of the end for my employment. Ultimately, it was decided that I wasn’t trustworthy, and my judgment was questioned on absolutely everything. It got to the point that I quit for my own mental health.
Who knew that being resourceful could be a bad thing?