We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Presentation matters, in dress as well as in attitude, comportment, and, of course, useful skills and ability.
"One of the saddest sights in the hotel conference hall is not so much the sloppily dressed interview candidate, as the ineptly dressed interview candidate — the one in the brand new, too-cheap, shiny, ill-fitting suit with too-short sleeves and too-long pants, rushing through the halls clutching a fake-leather briefcase. That person smells of desperation. Don’t let it be you."
I do a fair amount of interviewing and don't give a darn about how people are dressed as long as it shows some respect for themselves and for my time. Most people care about these things more than I do. However, one must sell oneself, not just to get a job but also to keep a job.
I interview a good number of candidates, and have for many years. I don't typically pay attention to how they dress, but rather how they answer questions or interact with others.
There have, naturally, been some exceptions. Showing up looking disheveled, hair unkempt and unshaven patches. Another fellow showed up in a suit that can best be classified as "mid '70's", which would have been fine if it had been the 1970's as opposed to 2006. Another young lady appeared in what seemed to be some kind of plastic dress that made it almost impossible for her to sit down because of the noise it made, and the fact it was so stiff.
As the woman was leaving, another fellow I worked with saw her, grabbed me, got her name and took her resume. He found her a job with one of his friends and started dating her. I admit, she was pretty. But the outfit was probably better suited for a fashion house than a TV network sales office.
Back in the 1970s I read the book "Dress for Success" and followed the advice. I'm an engineer and used to go to customer sites. I always went in a suit. You wanted to look competent, reliable and trustworty, i.e. they can trust you to fix their problem.