Uniform shirts drive me bonkers. There’s really only three options, not counting the t-shirt, which never looks good, in my opinion.
There’s the omnipresent cotton button-down uniform shirt. Usually with patches, and maybe some embroidery on it. Cotton shirts breathe well, and are generally comfortable in the hot, muggy summers. Long sleeve cotton shirts aren’t very warm, and usually require me to wear a long sleeved t-shirt underneath if I want to have any semblance of comfort.
Cotton uniform shirts look absolutely snazzy when ironed and starched with sharp creases in them. But they look like crap about 12 hours later, which makes them impractical, unless you have an outrageous dry-cleaning budget, lots of time with an iron, a devoted house spouse, or all of the above.
Oh, and to those dry-cleaners who put creases on the sides of the patches, as opposed to straight down the middle, STOP IT. It looks stupid.
Polyester button-down shirts look real sharp, and don’t require that much work. I’ve never starched a polyester shirt, mostly because I have never needed to. Usually, I pull them out of the dryer when they are good and hot, hang them up quickly, and sometimes touch them up with an iron if needed. They stay ironed for days, and good, sharp creases stay put for weeks.
Those polyester shirts are like COPD patients though. They don’t breathe well. They are incredibly hot in summer time, and make me a sticky hot mess by the time I get home.
Polo shirts look good, but management hates them. We have strict rules for when we can wear the polo style shirt. Only between April 15th and October 15th, and only if our partner is wearing the same shirt. It’s easy to coordinate with partners, but it’s hard to convince an EMS worker to shell out 50 bucks for a shirt, when the ones the company buys are free.
Our polo shirts have our name and title embroidered on the right chest, with our company’s logo on the left chest. They look good, and are comfortable. Unfortunately, I don’t get to wear it too often.
This has been me complaining. Back to suffering in my own perspiration I go.