Somebody get my agent on the phone, because I've got a script they're gonna love. It's called "Corporate Hot Tub Time Machine" -- and it's the true life story of my Monday. That's right gang -- time to break out all those old jokes about Michael Jackson and fire up the KLSX webpage with the live streamcast of the Adam Carolla Show because apparently we're living in the past today. Not only did I show up at the crack of hell to be at a meeting that lasted all of two friggin' minutes, but once that was over I was pulled aside for a closed-door discussion about the company dress code.
Sure thing, helpful coworker. Let me just write that down..
[Listening to: Bloodhound Gang - "Yummy Down On This" ]
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The best ones are the ones that have different standards for women and men. Wear a cleavage shirt. and open toed sandals.
ps. I'm sorry for your freedom loss.
(the word verification is "godation". I feel that's somehow appropriate.)
WIGSF -- Check back with me on Tuesday.
Jersey -- If you only knew, girl. If you only knew.
unMuse -- The words were (as they always are) "Business Casual" -- but the impression that I get is that it's my managers way of saying "Dress like me."
Bef -- Clearly it's my lack of khaki pants that's holding me back from getting into upper management.
I once got a disciplinary meeting and a note on my permanent record at that place because I was wearing a coat that somebody decided they didn't like.
My little revenge was to wear a suit and tie on Casual Friday, which was actually defined in the employee handbook as a day when the dress code did not apply so long as you stayed within the (strictly and explicitly defined) boundaries of good taste.
If you're going to play with the man, might as well know the rules.
Sorry for your loss of freedom. I'd almost prefer to go straight to button ups/suits- I mean if you are going to dress in a uniform/up- might as well look badass.