There are two distinct parts of me. There is the workplace me where I have a little liberty with how I dress myself and my non-workplace me where I have total liberty on how to dress myself. It's a matter of making the change that makes me the happiest. In the summer I will immediately pitch the pants and the stuffy button shirt and switch to shorts and a teeshirt with some sort of cleverness emblazoned all over it. The only time I have complete liberty at work is when I'm in off-shift. If people want me to come in when I have declared the time to be mine then they have no choice but to cope with how I am dressed. Changing out of work clothes into clothes that you prefer to wear is also a hallmark of my family which is where I probably picked it up. If that's the case then this entire post is merely a justification for what I learned growing up, but I still stand by it.