I feel your pain - I work with antiques, and we're expected to wear (depending on which of the two branches of the company I'm at that day) either a business suit with tie at the up-market branch, or at least a dress shirt and "nice" jeans at the more down-market one, or if we're not seeing customers. I've gone through a lot of good clothes just by carrying stuff around and ripping trousers, scratching shoes, staining everything - there are a lot of situations where the "porters" - the transport guys with proper work clothes - can't be waited for. Worst story: House-call at an elderly, slightly crazy lady's incredibly huge, once very stylish, and run-down and dirty flat; she wanted me to take a couple of big and rather pricey paintings away for auction, not wanting to wait for the transport guys who were coming for the furniture etc. later. I wrote a receipt, explained how the auction process worked, etc., unhooked the paintings - and a couple of bird's nests, complete with rotten eggs, tumbled down over my head, suit, tie, shirt, everything...turns out she had a number of sexually frustrated tame birds that had built nests and laid eggs all over the place, and the huge, deep, gilded frames were perfect ledges for nests. The stench was just unfuckingbelievable. The only thing I could salvage was the shirt, which could be boiled clean. The tie actually looked like it had had acid or something like it poured over it - don't rotting eggs turn into sulphur or something?