I like uniforms. They make you part of a group. For some reason you earn a certain degree of respect without having done anything yet. A uniform seems to give people faith in what you do. In my current job as a coach driver, I wear dark blue woollen trousers (great in Southern France or Italy) or a skirt, a white shirt, a dark blue sweater (or jumper) and a tie. I especially like my tie. I could also wear one of those awful scarf-like things, but they annoy me no end.
The best uniform I ever wore was a bikini and flip-flops during my summer in Italy in 1991 (I'll post a photo some time soon). The worst one must have been the one in this photo. Mind you, it looked nice, but was awful. First of all, the black dress would turn dark grey quite quick and secondly the apron was always dirty. During the summer it would be extremely hot, since you were basically strapped in, during the winter it would be extremely cold, since we also had to do room-service to hotelrooms in the grounds. The apron had two long bands, that had to be crossed on the back and then be tied into a lovely bow.
This uniform was worn by both the waitresses (like me) and the chambermaids, which could be quite confusing. The big difference was, that the chambermaids were almost all above 45 and local, while the waitresses were mostly under 25 and from foreign stock.
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