April 02, 2006
37 pieces of flair
So my supervisor pulls me into her office, shuts the door and asked, "how do you feel if we enforced the dress code?" and I'm thinking to myself, hmm...I just bought myself some enchanted mithril chainmail, what the hell am I going to do with that?". Although the change in dept. policy wasn't directed at me, here are a sample of items we can't wear anymore.
t-shirts - collared shirts only. Since brendan monroe or indie bands do not have a line of button up shirts, they are out of luck for some free advertising - although I suppose I could wear my tees under a white dress shirt so you could see some artwork underneath. Thats a little tacky but hell, remember when only madonna and latinas wore black bras under white tanks - now its kinda fashionable. Maybe.
Rock n roll jeans. I have one pair of torn jeans and another that are exceptionally tight - they are one of the few pair that I have to think long and hard about the undies I put on - panty lines on girls are great...on guys, not so great. So unless I'm working for david lee roth or a flamboyant gay man in west hollywood, its doubtful, these are leaving my house. On a side note, the zipper is only 1 inch long which means peeling off my pants just to take a piss. I do that in the stall by the way.
flip flops. some people rocked the loose sandals at work - I guess they're going straight to the beach or something.
Some of the younger coworkers weren't too happy when the new dress code was announced, but there wasn't going to be a coup d'tat or anything like that. Besides, what could they do? Me, as long as the company puts cheddar on my table, its alright. Hell, if they asked me to wear orange shorts, a push up bra and serve cokes, I'd be ok with that too...although I'd probably stop at bending over to pick up the loose change on the floor. Well, how much change?
Posted by yumyumcha at April 2, 2006 06:12 PM